Light switches and fear

Last night Blane was worried about going to bed because there was going to be thunderstorms in the early morning hours (he found out because I told the boys they had to go pick up all their toys in the yard last night). I assured him that there was no thunderstorm yet, and if he woke up and heard thunder, he could come to our bed. Then he prayed: "Dear God, thank you for MommyDaddymeandSeth, and thank you that I am scared, and thank you that we have a house and light switches and doors and...." He went on, naming several miscellaneous house parts. I don't know what prompted that. Anyway, I was able to convince him to sleep in his own bed. A little Benedryl helped too...