Messing With My Head

Darwin: ...and this weekend I need to do some work around the house and the yard.
Isabel (age 5): Will you fix the basement door in the back yard?
(one of the boards in the cellar door is rotting out)
Darwin: Well, that does need fixing, but I don't know if I will do it this weekend.
Isabel: You should work on the door soon. Sometimes I worry that man will get into the house.
Darwin: What man?
Isabel: The one who looks at me.
Darwin: Wait. What man are you talking about, Isabel? When was this?
Isabel: The man who looks at me. I don't like it.
Darwin: Isabel, when did this happen? Where did you see this man?
Isabel: Daddy, you know... The one eyed man. In my head.