That moment when you realize you married Calvin's dad...

In the wee hours of last night, we had thunderstorms.  There wasn't much in the way of rain, but the storm was right on top of us - complete with dramatic (and oh-so loud) thunder of, what I like to call, the "flash-boom" variety.

No one was surprised when it woke Banner up.  Heck, everyone was awake.  Including three very wimpy dogs that were nervously panting at the foot of our bed.

Trevor went into Banner's room, and I heard them talking.  Banner was whimpering that he was scared, and I assumed the little guy would end up in our bed for the remainder of the night.  But a few minutes later, Trevor returned alone, crawled back in bed and rolled over to go back to sleep.

Me:  "Um?  What happened?  Where is Banner?"

Trevor:  "I'm a miracle worker."

Me:  "Oh?  How did you manage that?"

Trevor:  "He was scared of the thunder, so I told him it was just the noise a cloud made when it pooted.  He is totally fine with it now."