A few weeks ago we hid the stand alone fan because Robert used to wake up at 2-3 am to play with it. It took a few screams, but he got over it.
About three days ago Michael went all over the house, including under the stairs in the basement and got it for him. That was super sweet of him wanting to help his brother but it caused a HUGE issue again.
Two days ago I hid it again, this time outside the house. Robert's been asking for it every so often.
Last night Robert asked his grandma, "Where is the fan grandma?" My mother responds, "I don't know honey, it went home."
Robert's next question astonished me. He asked, "It's ALIVE???"
