Almost Three-Year-Olds:

  Last night, The wee one told me a story about lightning. About how, "he not gonna come to my house and burn it down. He not dat mean. And I was a bolcano (volcano), and even da wightning (lightning), him come and him burn dis house [as he points to a house in a book about hurricanes...], but not mine because he not mean."
   Apparently the wind and the lighting live in the same house, but they are not mean.  Bug* (my nickname for the wee one) was very clear that they were not mean. "And even I was a angel, and den da wightning came and him okay."
   Moral of the Story: three-year-olds tell tall tales to stall bedtime... but it's so worth it.

...Pirates and bolcanoes...Angels and handfuls of attitude...