(age: 3-years-old)
It was late at night, and thanks to the big "save the city" battle earlier today, Ben and Rook were out like a light. Though when a loud clasp of thunder that shook the room woke them up, they both sighed. From under his pillow Ben spoke up. "Five, four, three, two, one." Their bedroom quickly swung open and three-year-old Maxwell jumped onto his parents bed.
Rook chuckled. "Did the storm frighten you Max?" Max shook his head. "No."
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
Max almost jumped out of his fur and quickly got under the blankets between his Dad and Father. Ben pulled his head out from under the pillow and snickered. "You sure about that kiddo?" The lump under the covers moved slighting. "Maybe a little..." Max popped his head out from the blankets. "Why does it have to be so loud?" Rook yawned before answering his son. "Thunder is caused because lightning heats up the air, to about 30 000 C, causing it to expand quickly. The rumbling occurs as the sound passes through atmospheric layers at different temperatures."
Max just stared at him blankly, not really under standing much of that. Ben just rolled his eyes. "Come on Rook he's 3. Do you really think he'd know what you're talking about?" Rook thought that over for a minute. "Point taken." Ben sat up and rubbed Max's head. "The reason why it's so loud is because, um...The clouds are bowling!" Rook raised an eyebrow while Max looked at him curiously.
"Clouds bowl?" "Yup. Every time the ball hit the pins it causes thunder and lightning. The louder the thunder, the more pins they hit." Right when Ben said that thunder boomed through the sky. Rook smirked, deciding to play along. "Goodness, that sounded like a strike." Max giggled, he then looked up at Ben. "Can you tell me a story Dad?"
Ben sighed. "Kiddo I already told you one before you went to bed." Max started to give Ben the puppy eyes, making him groan. "I hate it when you and your Father do that. Fine. How about the one time when I was 10 and you aunt and I went to a music festival with your great grandpa?" Maxwell smiled and got comfortable in the bed. Rook decided to listen as well before going back to sleep, he always enjoyed these stories.