I would like to file a complaint against the maker of Zachary’s Movie Show-er. At 2 o’clock this morning (2:14, to be exact), Zach called out to me in a fear-quivering voice, “Mommy? Mommy!...Even though I have my new Movie Show-er there’s still scary stuff playing and I’m afraid.” This was followed by the rapid dismount from his bed and scurried footsteps across the floor. Zach spent the rest of the night in our bed.