We're Glad That's Over.

Poor Elliott. Dumb people shooting off very loud (and illegal) fireworks had him in a tizzy over the last several days, the worst being last night. Mom even put out the troll boxes with the doors removed and emptied a kitchen cabinet so we'd have places to hide, but El really wanted to hide deep. He passed up those choices in favor of hiding under the desk in the office all night.

He's recuperating today with a long and peaceful nap.