“The PIGGIES!” he wailed. “I’m scared of the piggies!”
“You’re having a nightmare,” I said, scooping him up. Baba turned on the battery-operated candle to illuminate the situation. “See, Walter? There are no piggies here.”
On our second trip to the rocking chair, Walter whispered, “I hate that piggy sound, Umma. Have you ever heard that sound?”
That’s when it dawned on me. Snoring sounds a lot like piggies.
Umma Sue, 3/17/2014