Fraidy-Hole

Lola just climbed out of a tiny space behind one of the chairs in the living room. She had taken her baby, Raffi, a blanket and a few trinkets with her. When she first crawled in she said, "Mommy, where did we go last week to hide?" It took me a minute to figure out what she was doing and then I told her we went to Megan's to the cellar or storm shelter. She kept acting slightly confused and asking questions and then she finally said, "What were we hiding from?" She had forgotten the word tornado. "Yeah, that's it. We're hiding from a tornado!" After telling her to stay safe and a few other small conversations, she finally crawled out and exclaimed, "Whew, that was close!"

Now she is back in her crawl space or as I like to call it, her fraidy-hole; and has brought a whole lot more junk with her. Also, she just asked if we could go to the cellar again. I guess it was an adventure.