This evening we went outside to check out some Firecrackers that the neighbors were shooting off.
A loud one caught him off guard and Dude started to cry.
He spent the rest of the evening swearing that
"Firecrackers are going to eat my house".
At bedtime he wanted to get "cozy".
And hide from the noise.
In the dim light of his room I saw a little boy
work through his fears.
I don't think we'll be taking him to the riverfront for Fireworks this year.
I certainly don't want anything eating our house.