A three year-old’s imagination is quite strong. Sometimes too strong, especially when tired.

The boy was tired this morning, as we were following an imaginary cicada around the house. It went in my nose, then my ear, around the ceiling fan—we were having a great time following it around.

Suddenly he called out, laughing, “it’s going down the drain!”

So I had the cicada buzz down the drain.

Suddenly the boy began to cry. “He went down the drain,” he sobbed.

I felt like a rat, but it had been HIS IDEA!

Fortunately, I convinced him that the cicada was hanging on to the edge of the drain. Using one of my two stock voices (long-time readers will know I have two animated voices: ‘high voice’ and ‘low voice’), I said “Hey, help me out of here—I’m losing my grip!”

And the cicada flew again. More smiles and laughter. Crisis averted.

Gotta keep that boy rested or he gets kooky.

- posted by Michael @ 5:19 PM

 
Today's Obvious Fact: endless make-believe is far more exhausting than endless running around.

Lately, the boy has demanded that I read him Sammy the Seal as if I were the hyena from Goodnight Gorilla. And the hyena has to be a girl.

So here I am, a 38 year-old man, reading the parts of Sammy and the Zookeeper as if I were a girl hyena pretending she were a seal of ambiguous age and a man zookeeper--Pacino could not pull this off, for %*%#$&#$& sake!

He also presses me hard to conduct a conversation, using three different voices, of the gorilla, the mouse, and the wife in Goodnight Gorilla. And they're having this conversation in bed.

But I can't use my best material because the kid is just 3!!!!!


- posted by Michael @ 3:17 PM