May 12, 2012
A little voice called out into the dark and within minutes a little body climbed into bed and snuggled between us, mumbling something about thunder.
This morning, K asked me what time the little intruder arrived and I admitted I had no idea.
Me: “He said something about being afraid of the thunder. Did it even rain last night?”
K: “He told me a duck landed on his back”
Me: “A duck? Clearly he was dreaming!”
B walks into the room and begins, with wild animation, to recount his duck tale!
A duck on my back? I’d have been scared too!