yesterday, i got wyatt up from his nap and he was sitting at the end of his bed in the late afternoon dark. he said - 'dad, i've got a little bit of some trouble.' 'what's your trouble, buddy?' i said. 'my kitty keeps turning off my special light (nightlight) and i need it on.' he then proceeded to pick up his stuffed kitty, take its paw and use it to turn off the nightlight. then he tossed the kitty onto his bed and clicked the nightlight back on. i literally didn't know how to respond to that type of 'trouble.' still don't, for that matter.