What scares you most?

   If you would ask Connor that question, his answer would be cheese. Dead serious, here. Cheese. Not a cold slice of cheese. That's fine and perfectly edible in his eyes. But when the cheese is melted, like in a casserole that is fresh out of the oven, it's his worst nightmare come to life. I'm not exactly sure what it is. Maybe the stringiness of it. Or how a strand of stringy, melted cheese seems to have life of it's own as it dangles off of the fork. When he spots cheese, the look of horror on his face is (while hilarious) undeniable. My poor baby! Yesterday, he literally ran crying from the table because the cheese was going to get him! Rob and I were too busy being doubled over in laughter to comfort him right away. Even though we tried to explain that cheese is not alive, that it's delicious, and completely harmless, there's no convincing him.
    Cheese. What scares him most.