“There’s a dog in my room!”
Anna ran into the living room in a panic. She loves to be dramatic, but Julia and I both know when she’s serious.
“A dog?” I asked.
“Yes. I heard a bark, and it wasn’t Betty!” Betty is her make-believe dog.
“It was probably outside.” I said.
She ran into Julia’s arms. “Do you want one of us to look,” Julia asked.
So I walked into her room, and I heard it.
Odd. It seemed to be coming from inside the room.
I looked around and noticed Anna’s computer. The screen saver was on, so I moved the mouse.
Mystery solved, I walked back into the living room.
“Anna were you playing a Puppy Clifford game earlier?” I asked.
“You left it on.”
“Oh, sorry.” She smiled sheepishly, climbed down from Julia’s lap and walked back to her room.
And I thought about how, even as adults, the things we’re most afraid of are products of our imagination. How we exaggerate fears in our minds until they become far more threatening than they actually are.