When Mom was still with me and Papa she used to do that. Said them terrorists screaming down in the hollow kept her awake ... Mom got on Papa's nerves something fear-ace. Papa used to go in and ask Mom ... What you want me and the boy to do ... Let them terrorist go? Mom always said ... No Papa, you bringing the boy up right. Papa would come back out on the front and say ... here boy have another drink.
We can’t pull the covers over our heads. The breathing noises wake them up and they get munchy. When we leave them down around our waists, then we can take quick action if they start nibbling on our toes.