The thunderstorm woke Mummy up at 3am. She was downstairs hanging the forgotten load of laundry. A little silhouette came walking down the stairs. It was me with hands over my ears, and ear muffs in between. Hilarious. I had the guts to get out of bed alone, hunt for the ear muffs, put it on and walked in darkness til I am halfway down, all amidst the thundering storm. Was I really scared?
