I wanted to post this before I forgot all about it. It was just too good to not share. The other day Mr. Baseball was in bed, trying to decide whether or not it was really worth staying in bed instead of getting up. This happens a lot. He came out of his room and told me he was scared. I took him back into his room and he explained that the dark was too dark and that he was afraid that his doggy was going to come to life and bite him (this from a boy who watches virtually NO television and only the occasional, non-violent, movie). He was near tears and I was holding him, trying to comfort him and validate his very real concerns over not-so-very-real dangers and he said, "I want you to say a prayer to Heavenly Father and ask him to make the earth spin faster so it's morning sooner." I told him that I understood he was scared, and on a whim asked him if he would like me to put some chopsticks by the door. The suggestion surprised him enough that he stopped crying and looked at me funny, trying not to laugh.
"Why?" he asked.
"I don't know," I said. "I thought maybe they could protect you. I'll put them out there with your stuffed bear."
"Yeah," he said. "They could be like Swords and bear could protect me." He laid back down, content, and I put the bear and a pair of chopsticks outside his room and shut the door. That was the last we saw of Mr. Baseball for the rest of the night.