Yesterday, a little boy saw me troubled and asked me what was wrong. He was small, and sincere, and not old enough to have learned to be awkward when people are sad. So I told him.
"All the grown-ups in my life are giving me advice, and I want them to be wrong, because their advice sounds like it'll hurt. But grown-ups are so smart, and they're usually right, you know?"
My problem, broken down to seven-year-old level, seemed a whole lot easier to deal with.
Make your character explain their problems to a child.
Maybe, like me, they'll get some adorable advice to fix everything.
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