Two things

Ty just came into our room with his blanket over his head and his brown eyes peeking out. 

When we asked what was wrong he told us "two things".

I said, "OK. Number one. Go "

"Dracula" was his prompt response. 

"And Number two?" I asked. 

"Phantom of the Opera".

Dang it. There's nothing like being scared of two random things. Like the other day when I was worried about broccoli and speed bumps...

Not really. 

But Ty was really scared.