At six o’clock this morning, Charlie is suddenly by my side of Scott’s and my bed.
Cassie: What?! What’s the matter? Are you sick?
Charlie: No. I’m frightened.
Cassie: Bad dreams?
Charlie: (with a strained voice on the verge of tears) There’s a hissing and clanking in my room. A monster.
Cassie: You’re having a bad dream.
Scott: (From the depths of his pillow) It’s the radiator.
Cassie: Yea, yea, Charlie. It’s just the radiator.
Charlie: I need it to stop.
Scott: (still muffled) Those are the happy sounds of heat. Go back to bed. Now.
Charlie: No. It sounds vicious and I think I’ll be sleeping with you for a spell.
Cassie: For a spell. That’s cute.
Scott: Nope, nope, nope. Back to your own bed, buster.
Charlie: But….(some whimpering)
Cassie: I’ll come snuggle you… for a spell. Okay?
(Back in Charlie’s bed.)
Cassie: Is that better? Listen the clanking’s already quieting down.
Charlie: Hmmm. But I’m totally worried about tomorrow morning. It’s going to be a long winter.