This morning, Linus was afraid of thunder.
Tonight, he is not.
He didn't have to go up against Nellie Peck Hen or old Kick Cow, but he did go out to the garage for butter and tomatoes, and brave the hand mixer and food processor. He learned to separate eggs, beat the whites into stiff peaks, fold them in, and operate the hand mixer all by himself.
He is brave. He is skilled. He has chocolate crumbs all around his smiling mouth.