My six-year-old daughter was digging through a toy box, tossing stuff all over the floor. I told her to stop making a mess but she didn’t give up her search for whatever it was she was after. Finally, she pulled an old cell phone triumphantly out. I gave it to the kids to play with, since it’s totally worthless.
“And I have my credit cards,” she said, showing me some of those sample cards you get in the junk mail offers. She ran off to make some “calls”.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.