The Kidling is afraid of the dark. No big surprise there. Many kidlings of the lowercase variety are. She has myriad ways with which she copes with her fear, the most common one being yelling at the top of her lungs, ‘Mommy, I’m afraid! Mommy, I don’t like the dark! Mommy, I’m scared!’ ten times in a row while contorting her face and flailing her arms about.
Apparently she also has some more productive strategies. The Dada was upstairs the other night when Alice peered up the staircase. A light was on at the top of the stairs, but the staircase was dark. Though dark, she decided to proceed. Upon locating her father, Alice told him, “I found you by the shadows. I don’t like the word penis.”
As you might have guessed, The Dada had nothing to say to that.