Charlie Bear here.
I don’t know about you, but the BIG ones bother me a little bit. Not the small ones that fizzle and fade, but the BOOM, BOOM rocket kind. I usually jump onto Dad Peep’s lap or Mom Peep strokes my head and quivering body and says, “It’s okay, Charlie Bear. They’ll be over soon.” I like that.
Please help my furry brothers and sisters to get through it too.
Wiggles to you,