She’s a Midwesterner

Greg got up with Eleanor this morning, and I came downstairs about a half-hour later. When I did, Greg told me that he had found Eleanor in her bathroom with all of her stuffed animals.

“She told me that Da-wayne was in her room,” Greg said, sounding uncertain.

“Dwayne?” I said. “We don’t know anyone named Dwayne.”

Eleanor is forever seeing imaginary things in her room that scare her, so this was nothing new.

A while later, still curious, I asked Eleanor why she had been hiding in her bathroom after she woke up.

“I was scared of the rain,” she said.

A-ha! Da rain, Greg! Just like da Bears! You should know about that. You’re from Chicago.

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