“Mommy, I did have a bad dream,” said my child after she had once again climbed into our bed in the middle of the night, and we all did the midnight game of “shuffle-mattress”.
“And what did you dream about?” I asked, holding her little body tightly.
“I did dream that a big crocodile did eat me. The big crocodile did have big, sharp teeth,” she said.
WHY DO PHOBIAS SUDDENLY APPEAR?
I have no idea where this crocodile comes from, but she