Awww. You never know what’s going to upset a little child. Frank doesn’t like the trash truck, even when he’s upstairs and can only hear it.
The storm last night woke him up, and when I opened the closet door, he was standing up saying, “What is it? What’s happening?” I told him it was just some noise and lights, and he had “More milk now!” and then went back to sleep. Nothing to be afraid of when you have Edna Puffin and Panama Iguana.
Oh, when I was taking him up to bed last night, I asked, “Who are you going to find in bed?” and he said, “Jakey! Jakey in my bed wif my bankit! Meeeew!”
Heh. My kid wanted to grow up to be a garbage truck.