afraid of the dark

We sat out on the screened porch in the dark tonight, and Dennis said "is it scary?" many times before we figured out what he was saying. He said "it's dark out here" and we said yes, and he asked again "is it scary? dark is scary", and we told him that yes, it was dark, and no, it wasn't scary. We talked about how nice the nighttime is with the moon and the stars and the sounds of the crickets. He said "oh, okay". He had a late night since we came home near 11 and he stayed awake in the car and talked to me the whole way home. We had a dance party in the car as I often listen to dance music late at night, and he said "you dance, Mommy" and I complied as well as I could while still endeavoring to drive safely. He belly-laughed and then danced a little in his car seat. He's such a fun little guy.