Around midnight last night Rocco woke up in a panic. Kevin went into his room and Rocco was uncontrollably shaking from head to foot, saying, “That funny thing happened,” and it was clear he didn’t mean funny funny. He meant scary funny. He repeated that line over and over again, probably 100 times in 10 minutes. Every once in awhile he’d give a bit of new information, like, “That funny thing came through my door,” and “That pokey thing in my bed,” and, “Look—me shaking.” It took a lot of work to convince Rocco nothing would come through his door and poke him the rest of the night, and he could go back to bed. Now whenever he’s in the nursery he keeps staring at the door with that same panicky look in his eyes, talking about the funny thing that happened.
So…wanna come spend the night?
Or maybe…could I sleep at your house tonight?