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

over her with the brush. She was watching herself with the serious, slightly dissatisfied expression she wore when she was thinking through something complex, and then she frowned at her reflection and asked, “Mom, why does Mr. Tom only come when you’re asleep?”

The brush stopped in my hand.

“What do you mean, when I’m asleep?”

“He comes at night,” she continue reading …