"Five, what's your greatest fear?" Four asked.
"The world ending."
"Really? Mine is a tarantula farm."
"What's a tarantula farm? That doesn't even exist."
"In the future it will," Four explained. "And imagine me, jumping out of a plane at 10,000 feet, and landing right in a tarantula farm! I would hate that!"
"Mom, do tarantula farms exist?"
"See, Four? I have a friend who told me the world is going to end in 2012. You should worry more about that."
"Mom, is the world going to end next year?" Four asked.
"Well, it will when the sun burns out," Four clarified.
"When's the sun going to burn out?!" Five asked.
"Not anytime soon," I reassured him.
"How will we know when it does?"
"We won't, because we'll already be dead," Four replied.
"Uuuggghhh," Five moaned.
Hopefully not from tarantulas run amok, I thought.
I hope your fears are never realized, and your life is full of small treasures. Like these, from the school store.
Five purchased a guitar pencil sharpener (it's already broken, from overuse), two rainbow pencils (he gave one to Four), and four little monster figurines, none of which are emblazoned with the school logo. The total cost was three dollars. When he broke the sharpener, he said, "Well, that was a waste of seventy-five cents."