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Phobic 4-Year-Old is Differently Couraged

When my daughter Sally was 4, she didn’t need the ghosts and goblins of Halloween to wreck her composure. She was wary of cats, frightened of dogs, and terrified of thunder. The heavy artillery of a fireworks display, even viewed from far away, would cause her to cower and weep. And at night she wouldn’t go to bed until her mom or I had given her room a spritz of “bad-dream spray.” This was a bit of hoodoo invented by my wife and any aerosol product gave Sally the reassurance she needed.