It's ironic, neither of my kids are aware of my phobia b/c I have done what I feel is a pretty darn good job of hiding from them so they won't ever be afraid like I am. So last night when I was feeling so poorly and my hubby was camped out in the bed recovering his nasty bout with the sv*, I was practically begging both of them to go on to bed without needing Mom or Dad to sit with them like we usually do. Both of them did it without a complaint and then this morning b/c both of us were still worn out, they got up, got dressed, went downstairs and helped themselves to breakfast and drink so Mom and Dad could sleep in and recover. My daughter actually told me (with pride in her voice) "Mom I came in this morning and you were sound asleep, I started to tap you and then I remembered how bad you felt last night and I decided to leave you alone and go back to my room and play so you could sleep." All the while my son stayed in his room with his breakfast cereal and video games. Are those great kids or what?!??!