My dear, darling, brave son said this to me just a minute ago (regarding Daddy still not being home, and jumping on the tramp in the dark when he makes his appearance.)
"I'm not scared of the dark. I'm the bravest guy in the whole world!
Well, sometimes I get scared, but if we're not afraid to tell each other, than that means we're quite brave!"
What can a Mama do, but wipe her tears?