Setting: My son Joel's bedroom. About 9:30 pm on a Wednesday night. I'm there to tuck him in. He's been in bed for at least 15 minutes before I get there.

Joel: I can't stop thinking about the wolves.

Mom: What wolves?

Joel: The wolves in The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. I keep thinking about them chasing me and attacking me.

Mom, pensively: Hmmmm.

I'm wondering how to help him over this. I remember being that age, when things like this are very real. I spend several minutes thinking about it, to no avail. I decide to