David treats a wise child

During a recent shift at a pediatric urgent care center, a young boy came in with a scald burn to his arm. As I debrided his wound, we discussed some of the pressing issues of youth, including how awesome dinosaurs are and whether or not mall Santas are real (consensus: of course they are). All of 5 years old, he was a total fighter and didn't complain one bit throughout the procedure. 

After a heated debate about how fast Spot runs - we both said some things we didn't mean - the following exchange occurred:

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David: This must've been pretty scary, but you've been doing great.

Kid: Hey, I'm not scared of anything. 

David: Nothing? Really (unsure whether or not to entrust him with my fear of clowns)? That's pretty impressive.

Kid: Nope, nothing...

        ...except bush babies.

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Mildly confused about what he was taking about, I allowed the conversation to shift, and soon he was all fixed up and on his way home. Later, a quick Google search provided the images that will give me night terrors for the rest of my natural life.

Wise choice, kid...