Today, on the transit from school to dinner at church, Henry and I discussed being scared/ not scared of bears. (He brings it up from time to time, most recently declaring "No, I'm scared of bears," when my unrelated question to him was, "Are you embarrassed, Henry?")
I realized where the "frightening bear" talk was coming from when he started giggling from the backseat and said, "They say they are not scared, but they run from the bear!"
Ahhhh... I see. One of Henry's favorite books, We're Going on a Bear Hunt, is all about a brave family who turns out to be not so brave when they finally encounter the bear they were pursuing.
Excellent point, Henry. Excellent point.
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