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

that afternoon and she crossed her arms the moment she saw me, which was how I knew the intelligence had already traveled through whatever channels five-year-olds use to stay informed.

“He was going to tell me about the frog in the shoe,” she said. “You scared him away before the ending.”

“I know, baby.”

“You always say sorry means you fix it.”

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