Yesterday, I heard Daniel stir from his nap, then cry a little, so I went in and lay down next to him on the bed. The wind was blowing hard outside, and it was making the windowpanes creak and rattle. Whenever there was a loud rattle, Daniel lifted his head as if to look to see what was happening. I whispered to him, "It's just the wind outside, blowing against the house. It won't come inside. You can go back to sleep."
Daniel lay back down, and for a while, all was quiet. Then there was another blast against the windowpane. Daniel didn't move, but I heard his little clear voice say, "Wind." And then he was quiet again, and pretty soon he was breathing deeply and evenly, so I knew he'd fallen back to sleep.