its Scary out there

I'm sitting here in the quiet of the home office, listening to the little boy and his momma clean up the kitchen after I made pancakes this morning. When I hear some rustling, clanking and whoosh (pouring sand sound).

I hear a gasp, and his momma say "jacob, it's a good thing you are two".

Followed by him running down the hall, slamming the office door, locking it and climbing up in my lap.

"Whassup punkin?"
"It's scary out there"



Dave ...