Sometime during the past week – seemingly unprovoked and without warning – Emily developed a debilitating fear of the drain plug in the bathtub. The little girl who once giggled and romped in her happy nighttime bath now cries, cowers, screeches, and claws at me in an attempt to escape the certain doom that is apparently glowering at her in the form of that little black rubber stopper. If I can get her to sit down and face in the opposite direction, she’s absolutely fine. But as soon as she remembers that it’s there, the neighbors hear about it. Maybe I need to get a different color drain plug. Or just start her on showers.