I came home from work tonight, just in time to chat with Tuck before he fell asleep... he had a lot to say.
"Big Bump! So sad... Daddy helped. Hot dog. Grapes. Treat. Daddy book. Awaybugs. New Blanket. Cold hands."
So apparently, the loud crack of thunder frightened him and his brother, but daddy held them both. And they had hot dogs and grapes for dinner, followed by a rice krispie treat. And when it was time for bed, daddy read him the book about the Grouchy Ladybug. And he put a comforter on his bed, a new blanket, which helped Tucker's cold hands feel better.
Guess what world: my son talks to me.