Washington had a fantastic thunderstorm last night right around dusk. Unfortunately, in the Dadak-Middents house, it was just bedtime. And a particularly loud thunderclap woke a little someone up. His first storm, poor little guy. Mom, who was on the phone with Grumpy, all of a sudden had to run and play the role of comforter.
I missed it. I was at Ikea. Oh well. I guess you can't be around for everything.
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