Brandon is 7.
B: Uncle, what are you afraid of?
E: I don’t know—that’s kind of a deep question, isn’t it, buddy? Let’s see. I’m afraid of heights. Are you afraid of heights?
B: Yeah.
E: But I’m like, really afraid of heights. Like pee-my-pants-afraid.
B: Really? I’m afraid of heights, but just a little.
E: And sharks. I’m afraid of sharks.
B: Even baby sharks?
E: Well, no. I guess not. Baby sharks are cute.
B: …
E: You okay?
B: Sharks eat people, right?
E: Sure. That’s why I’m afraid of sharks. They’re all muscle and teeth.
B: But baby sharks…they only eat babies, right?
*I can only assume he’s working on an angle where he gets a baby shark for his birthday.
