Wednesday, December 12th, 2012
You know who Santa is now; not because Mommy and I have told you about him, but basically because of all the inflatable yard decorations you see on the way home from daycare everyday.
I have a feeling you won’t ever need me to fill in all the magical details about Santa flying through the air in a gravity-defying sleigh, led by a red-nosed reindeer.
Something that really fascinates me about you is how you know the difference between reality and science fiction, at only 2 years old.
Not only do you have bizarre Santa stories surrounding you, but you also have your Thomas the Train TV shows that you watch; accompanied by the matching toys.
That leads you to further use your imagination to make up weird story lines for your playtime. Even in the car yesterday, out of nowhere, you proclaimed:
“Santa crashed into the train… and the birds.”
You’re good at making up grandiose stories involving characters you’re familiar with.
Observing your bath time is always a wonderfully absurd theatrical production. That is why I love being your bath director when Mommy isn’t able to do it.
Your favorite episode is when the purple starfish bath toy speaks to her daughter; a Collie named Charlie.
“It’s Charlie’s Mommy,” you squeak out in a falsetto voice.
Then you walk Charlie closer to listen to his mother, the starfish. From there, it’s pretty much high-pitched Gibberish involving the Starfish mother telling Charlie to get ready for school… I think.
Seriously, how do you separate science fiction from reality?
As hilarious as you are when you play, you still can quickly convert to being more serious; randomly updating me with realistic tidbits:
“Daddy wears the fluffy jacket.”
“I like chocolate for dinner.”
“I stink… I poop.”
Switching back from the world of your imagination to the world of your perception of actual reality is something you do so flawlessly.
I think it’s safe to say you’re going to be a lot like me: You keep your head in the clouds, but you stand on solid ground.