We, like many people, have been having some thunderstorms roll through. The other night as I was putting Esmé to bed it thundered. Sort of a rolling rumbling thunder. She said "that's the drummers, they need to stop, they are going to wake me up".
I thought it was very sweet and funny and so particular to a little girl who has only ever lived in
Colonial Williamsburg, with daily Fife and Drum and Cannon firing right outside her window.