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| Jeremy sighed with relief. Until... there was a loud booming noise that filled the air. Then he wrapped his arms around her neck so tight, that it was hard for her to breathe. |
| "There are lots of flashing lights and big noises with thunderstorms," she whispered. But Jeremy still held on tight. "There, there," his mom soothed once again. Jeremy eased up his grip. |
| "Don't you remember thunderstorms from last year? No, I guess not," she sighed. "You were too young then." |
| "Would you like a cookie?" she asked. |
| "Cookie," Jeremy said with a smile. |
| "Here, you can sit next to the table while you hold your pillow," his mom said. "I've got to finish cooking dinner." |
| Jeremy sat eating his cookie, and holding his pillow, and watching his mom cook dinner, until the thunder boomed again. Then he jumped up faster than Mr. Dave's dog does when he sees Miss Sally's cat. |
| "Oh, Jeremy," his mom sighed. "What am I going to do?" |
| "That's it! I know what we can do!" his mom exclaimed. "We can play a game. |
| Jeremy smiled. He likes playing games. |
| "Whenever we hear thunder, we can make our own thunder by stomping our feet!" Jeremy's mom reached out and held Jeremy's hands, as she started stomping her feet. Jeremy grinned and started stomping his feet too. |
| "And we can say boom, boom, boom," she added. |
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