I have a huge phobia of sharks. I will not go into the ocean. I will not go into a pool. I sometimes have a difficult time in the shower (strangely not the tub). I blame my father for letting me see Jaws at a young age.
Today Jack was running around the house trying to eat Grace. He was chasing her with his mouth opened making a chomping noise. I was in the pantry when I felt a little boy by my leg. It was jack pretending to eat me, making that awful sound. I got very scared. Then it occurred to me that maybe my fear of sharks is a fear of being eaten. Or maybe I was scared cause I thought Jack was somewhere else and then I see a little redheaded boy next to me in a dark closet.
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