“Your fever is running pretty high. You should try to sleep for a while.”
“Can’t sleep. Clown will eat me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The clown will eat me if I go to sleep.”
“Are you hallucinating about clowns or just yanking my chain?”
“I could tell you, but then the clown would have to eat you too.”
“Seriously?”
“…no.”
“Good. Now get some sleep.”
“It’s OK, clown. She believed me. You don’t have to eat her.”