Half past ten post meridian equals no sunlight or its dim red afterglow outdoors. Thus if lights are out indoors, it’s dark.
Last night we were about to go to sleep when Irfan asked for his Dinosaur book (Das Reich Der Dinosaurier. Gee, I wonder where I bought that for him) to read. It was out in the darkened living room according to memory so I told him, “Go out and get it.”
He said, “No, I’m scared.”
What? That’s never happened before. “What are you scared of?”
“It’s dark. There are dragons.”
Ain and I both looked at each other. She then asked again, “Why are you scared?”
“There are dragons outside.” He doesn’t pronounce it “dragons”, not does he say “dwagons”. It’s more of something in between, like “dr-wagons”, which I find pretty amusing.
So, I had to go out into the dark living room, braving against the dragons to retrieve Irfan’s fallen book. The deed was done without much problems, though I was disappointed I didn’t see or have to fight off Trogdor to get to it.
Maybe someday I will.
