Four-year-old Joseph sat gloomily at the table, staring sadly at his plate.
Husband: Joseph, are you sad about something?
Joseph: [deep sigh] No. I'm fine.
Husband: Because you look very sad. What is wrong?
Joseph: Okay, I'm very sad about one thing.
Husband: [Concerned by now]. What is it, Son?
Joseph: Bears.
Husband: Bears?
Joseph: Yes, bears. I'm sad about bears. [Suddenly perkier]. Can I have some more milk please?
One problem down, 437,291 to go.
