My Five Year Old Asked About A Man Who Visits At Night And I Set Up A Camera

of her bed with her arms crossed and her chin trembling, the precise expression she wore when something she considered very important had been ruined by adult incompetence.

“He was going to tell me about the time he found a live frog in his shoe when he was seven,” she said. “He didn’t even get to the part where the frog jumped on the dog.”

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