It's spring break which means that all week there will be children in my office. Mostly we try to keep them busy trading off with mom and dad and various grandmothers. Today, however, for thirty long minutes they were in my office constructing very long train tracks. Under my desk were two plastic shotguns. In my drawer were four plastic pistols along with the ammo. I'm totally loaded for bear if I'm attacked by, say, Big Bird.
My youngest peered around the corner of my doorway and said, "Tell me there are no monsters in the bathroom."
I glanced over the top of my monitor. "There are no monsters in the bathroom."
"Okay," he said, "But please tell me there are no monsters in the bathroom."
"Really. I promise. There are no monsters in the bathroom."
He nodded as if to indicate he actually knew that all along. "Okay, that's good."
I nodded and said, "Yeah, I think so too."
Satisfied, he went back to work on the train.