T.rex

I’m sick, all shivery and blue with a bad cold, and my 4 and a half year old mite decides to tell me a story to cheer me up.
He has a Tyrannosaurus rex doll to illustrate his tale.
“ And the bad T. Rex ate up all the people and the animals and the cars.”
“But, why, darling?” I ask.
“Because, it is bad, Amma” he explains patiently.
“But, why is it bad?”
“Because, it is also scared, suppose somebody eats it up…”

I think about this concept of evil for a long time, and wonder, maybe my tot does have it right. Maybe you have to be a child to see the truth.