3yr: Daddy, I'm scared! Me: Why are you scared? 3yr: I'm scared of Freya! Me: Why? She's sleeping in her crib. She can't get you. Go back to bed! 3yr: But I'm scared! Me: Why are you scared? 3yr: Umm....uhh, air, I'm scared of the air!... (Child, there are many things in this world that you and I should be terrified of, truly, indisputably, utterly scared to death of. Please hear me when I say that a sleeping baby sister and the fresh air you breathe are not one of those scary things!...) Me: It's okay, honey. Turn on the closet light, so it's not so scary. Go back to bed. 3yr: Okay. (Parenting at 6 a.m. on a Saturday morning is scary hard, so-so-scary hard to do without losing one's cool.)