worry wort

Porter is my little worrier. Every night, he can't go to bed because he "hears ghost noises" or it is too dark, or . . . you fill in the blank. He won't walk down the hall without the light on and he asks Dallin to go into the basement with him so he won't be scared. A little while ago, I was laying on their floor, reading a magazine, waiting for them to fall asleep. Porter the posited the question, "what if it was a t-rex reading on the floor instead of mom?" Porter said they would be scared. Dallin said he would fight the t-rex, "like this" and then started punching with both fists and kicking his feet. Porter told Dallin that the t-rex would be too strong. Dallin disagreed and said that he would "push him and fight him and punch him." Porter got angry at Dallin for not taking the threat seriously enough and told him again that Dallin wasn't strong enough to fight a big dinosaur and it would eat Dallin. Porter, according to himself, would wisely run away and probably cry.