Stephen was scared again tonight but after a few "home" remedies (ie: trevor reading scriptures through his armpit and a prayer, etc) he was all better.
I'm glad to hear that it runs in the family. Although it just may come from his mother also. I remember as a little girl I was always afraid I was going to die in my sleep (sad, huh?). My dad made me feel better by describing a very fun heaven to me. It was all "Jetson"-like and futuristic. I love that memory of my dad.