When it was really hot a few weeks ago, we brought in a fan to put in the boys' room because it was 94 degrees in their room at night. Very quickly, Trevor got used to sleeping with it in his room. Even as it's gotten cooler, he will wake up in the middle of the night to tell us to turn his sleeping fan on. Or, to put in "loud mode."
Well, tonight, well past bedtime, he stuck a plastic hanger into that fan. It made a loud noise, and then it busted.
I rushed upstairs, and we took the fan out of the room. He cried a little. Not a lot. I was almost expecting a tantrum, but he only whimpered for the most part. It hurt his fingers, hit him in the face, but mostly he was sad because the whole experience hurt his feelings.
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