When a child is crawling into an unknown corner of a room, the dad will say, “Bahh. He’ll be fine.” When the kid is teetering on the precipice of a local and overly rusted set of monkeybars, they dad will establish his confidence in the child’s resiliency by declaring, “Bahh. He’ll be fine.” And on that most special of occasions when the son calls home from having to spend a night in the local jail for indecent exposure during an all night Jager-thon at the local frat house, the father will acknowledge and honor the son’s independence by bestowing upon that son the blessing, “Bahh, you’ll be fine.”

Now, why is “He’llbefine-ism” (and the associated “you’llbefine-ism”) important and undeserving of criticism? Because it provides a much needed balance to Jessica’s Catastrophic Thinking.

You average Catastrophe and He’llbefine-ism, you’ll come out with a kid that will panic sometimes, and play it cool others.

Wait a sec, Moira’s trying to fit a bag of marbles up her nose. Bahh…she’ll be fine.