Don’t be Afraaaayed.
I was picking up the house; she was talking to a My Little Pony: “Don’t be fraid…don’t be afraaaaayed…don’t be fraaayd…” Huh? “Don’t be fraid…don’t be afraaaaayed…don’t be fraaayd., Pony…” Is your pony scared of something, Selah? “No, Mommy.” Uh, okay. “Follow. Follow. You go. Follow.” Where are you going? “No, Mommy.” “Don’t be fraid…don’t…
