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c's Purple Crayon

June 10, 2003

So, cy's imagination has just completely bloomed over the past week or so. This morning, we were birds. I'm the mama bird, cy's the baby. And I'm supposed to bring him worms to eat and he hops around flapping his little wings and pretending to fly. His nest was the bathtub, and I had to communicate with him in an elaborate and as-yet-untranslatable language of chirps and peeps. I did pretty good, though, because we were able to keep up the game for about half an hour today without him getting mad at me for saying something wrong in bird talk.

Later in the day, he was a cat. Only he wasn't just ANY cat. He was our child-hating cat who likes to scratch people for no reason. I got clawed numerous times before I finally put an end to that game.

Shortly thereafter was when c decided he was a TIGER. Only this time he wasn't play acting, he was reading a story from an imaginary book. Which basically meant he sat on the bed with his hands in front of him like an open book, and he turned the pages as he "read" something that went kinda like this:

Once upon a time
there was a TIGER
Tiger says ROOOOOOAOOOOAOOOAAR!!!

And then there was a MOUSE
And tiger made a fist
And CLUBBED mouse
(cy bangs his tiny fist on the bed)

And then MOUSE
found a ROCK
and clubbed the TIGER

The end.

I'll refrain from asserting any political commentary, but I am kind of hoping this is a good sign that c won't follow in m's fascist footsteps.

Although, I'm starting to see the good in m being so interested in wars and the military and soldiers. Tonight, I told m that a good soldier always obeys everything his officer tells him.

And I'm his officer.

He saluted me and said "Sir. Yes, sir."

I wonder how long that will last?

Posted at June 10, 2003 11:09 PM

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Ah... I love it when kids get an imagination and share it. Emma likes to be a kitty-puppy-frog. Yeah. all at once. ;)

Posted by: andrea r - domestic goddes at June 11, 2003 7:40 AM

I know this guy Pat, who I used to do anti-war activism with, who has a son who I think is around Monk's age or a teensy bit younger. Once Pat told me that his son had woken him up in the morning yelling, "Let's play kittens!" To him the story was an illustration of how overwhelming his son could sometimes be first thing in the morning, but it just made me jealous. I never get to play kittens.

Posted by: susan at June 11, 2003 8:44 AM

wanna babysit, susan? You could play kittens ALL DAY LONG.

More likely, baby bird. Baby bird seems to be the favorite. That, and acting out the 3 little pigs.

Posted by: drublood at June 11, 2003 9:13 AM

Ahhh, a budding 3 pigs fan.

My mom's pre-K/K class just did the 3 Piggy Opera: An Opera for Young Children, the other day. It rocked.

Posted by: RedHeadDread at June 11, 2003 10:53 AM

Ooo. We also have this whole bug fixation. It all started with the Itsy Bitsy spider I think.

Posted by: andrea r - domestic goddes at June 11, 2003 11:34 AM

we are baby and mama dinosaurs. leroy likes to come out of the egg. he likes to be born over and over. my favorite though, was when he was batman or bruce wayne all the time and i was alfred and we'd be in a store and i'd be calling him sir, he would be wearing a cape so it must have been obvious what was going on. cute stuff. made me laugh.

Posted by: angela at June 11, 2003 2:20 PM