My 4-year-old son Lucas is starting a ne
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My 4-year-old son Lucas is starting a new preschool classroom tomorrow and feels butterflies in his stomach. He loves his little red toy dump truck.
Can you tell a gentle, soothing bedtime story tonight for Lucas?
Acknowledge the small tummy fluttering, slow down quietly in the final 40%, and end with the fixed bedtime anchor so he can fall asleep safely.
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Lucas was holding his little red dump truck. It fit right in his hand.
Tomorrow there was a new classroom. A new door. A new room full of new faces.
In his tummy, tiny butterflies were flapping their wings. They went flutter, flutter, flutter. Lucas didn't know yet if they were scared or excited. Maybe both.
Daddy sat beside the bed. He put his warm hand right on Lucas's belly, where the butterflies were.
"Flutter, flutter," he said softly. "Those are just butterflies."
Lucas nodded. He made his red truck rumble slowly across the blanket: brrrrrm, brrrrrm, brrrrrm.
"Tomorrow," Daddy said, "your truck will park by the door, just like at the old room. After snack time. After story time. I'll be right at that same door. Open arms."
Lucas looked at his truck. The truck looked back with its little black windshield.
"Daddy comes back," Lucas whispered. "After snack. After story."
The butterflies slowed down. Just a little. That was okay.
Daddy tucked the blanket up to Lucas's chin. The truck sat on the pillow, right beside his ear, like a small guard.
Outside, the streetlight made a soft moon on the curtain. Half the lamp clicked off. The room grew quieter.
"Close your eyes, little driver," Daddy said. "Today is done."
Lucas took a slow breath in. And a slow breath out.
The butterflies folded their wings.
The truck was still.
The pillow was warm.
Goodnight, Lucas. The bed is still here. Daddy is still here.