The Operative Word - "Scared, Mommy"

Two mornings ago, I was in the guest room waiting for Kim to come from his morning bath and to get ready for work. Tauf Tauf was in there with me fooling around in bed. He said "Mommy readabook.""Choo Choo Train". I mimicked the whistle of a train, "No mommy! No! Clickety clack!" he said. "Okay, go and get the book" I said to him. "Taufik scareeed mommy." he muttered cuddling up to me, burying his nose in my breasts. "What on earth are you scared of?" "Bear." was the monosyllabic answer. Mrs. Bear was a character in a new book "Fire! Fire! Mrs. McGuire" that I read to him the night before. She looked like Cruella Deville reincarnated, all shaggy fur coat and fur hat, with beady eyes. "Don't be scared darling, mommy is right here. " was my response. Patting him gently and coaxing him out of my arms.

I watched him quietly, as he walked into the masterbedroom towards the bed. Mid way to the bed, he turned around, and bolted out like lightnight. He literally fled out of the room as if Mrs. Bear was on his heels.

He burst into the room and straight into my arms, screaming like a banshee "Taufik scaaared Mommy!"

What is it? An fascination with the word 'scared'? Or is he really scared? You can never figure them out sometimes.