Rose called me into her room at 10:00 to tell me she'd been having a new worry every night. Tonight's worry was her frontal lobe would be damaged, changing her personality, and her friends wouldn't like her any more.

I kept a straight face.

I told her I used to walk down the street and imagine I'd been hit by a car and was now a quadriplegic. I would have lots of fun figuring out what next. I told her these were great day time thoughts, not bedtime.

I told her to try the technique where you say Mommy loves me, Daddy loves me, David loves me and go through every person in her life. But, she said, how can they love me when my personality has been changed?

I told her, and this is true, that I have several friends who have had some frontal lobe damage, and I still loved them. She would always be herself at her core, and I would always love her.

Then I told her to go to sleep.