The other night Cole did not want to go to bed. I asked him what was wrong and he said that "bad guys" were going to get him. So sad. So I said, "No honey, there aren't any bad guys in your room. Jesus is here, he will protect you." That terrified him, he started looking around for Jesus in his room and he couldn't see him, so now he was even more scared. So now Cole is afraid of "bad guys" and Jesus. Perfect.