Zachary, as I have mentioned, is precociously anxious. So, I bought him the book Is a Worry Worrying You?, a lovely little book designed for the aspiring neurotic.
When we finished reading it, I asked him if he knows anyone who worries a lot, and he pointed to himself. “But,” he amended, “you worry more than I do.”
As if that were humanly possible. “Really? What do I worry about?”
“When you were a child. Children worry a lot.”
“Benjamin doesn’t worry.” I pointed out his surly but wholly relaxed brother.
“Well,” Zach replied, “that’s because he’s not normal.”