The knocking thing

This blip is for my sister. . .
Tonight Alex called from the top of the stairs "There's some'fing' knocking in my room". I looked over at my husband playing video games with his headset on and unfortunately realized that this one was all me. I went up his room, fully prepared to sit there for a while until I heard a car drive by or fireworks in the distance. Immediately, though, I heard a creepy little knocking sound. Turned out to be the equally creepy headless tractor man bouncing around on the top of his bookshelf from the vibration of the off-balance washing machine. I was hesitant to take Mr. Tractor Man down as I knew, now that Alex had acknowledged this spooky little artifact, he would never allow it back in his room. I gave in, due to the fact that I wanted an evening, and the sound was annoying.
Thank you, to my sister, who before we even knew I was pregnant with a little boy gave me this from my Great Grandpa Bern's gas station in Silvana and said, "If you have a boy, put this up in his room." One of the surviving pieces from the Shell Station, and it lasted 4 1/2 years in my son's room. Not bad.