“Da gagigaygers come in my beboom and keep wakin’ me up,” she says sobbing. I asked her to repeat and she does through the tears. I ask again to repeat, and, I got all of it except gagigaygers.

I said, “What keeps coming in your room and waking you up?”

“Gagigaygers,” she says sobbing.

“Say that again honey.”

“Gagigaygers,” still more tears.

“Alligators?”

“Yay-yus,” with a big pouty lip.

“Oh baby, there are no alligators in your room,” I said warmly.

“Okay,” tears stop, flops down on bed.