The other night C read her book on igneous, sedimentary and metamorphic rock like a cowgirl. As in Howdy Partner. Just because.
Last week M came home from the babysitter’s wearing a ‘wedding ring’ on his ring finger. Apparently the children decided to marry him and one of his little loves before dinner. It was an outdoor affair, very free spirited. When he got home and remembered his first and other little love, the ring came off.
C’s very into mothering at the moment and has been pootling around with her two babies in tow. She feeds them and changes them and then feeds her favourite Beanie Babies (strange kind of scary things, the smaller the better in my view!) for good measure. But then tells me she’s not getting married or having children. Apparently she’s going to “live with lots of cats.”
M has decided he likes to double and triple an animal / robot. This manifests itself in various ways: anything from being a dog on a leash to a horse that his sister attempts to ride to grabbing onto our builder’s leg and talking in code.
And of course there are copious references to things magical and Silly Town, a world they’ve built that knows only their boundaries.
Random, sweet imagination. It’s like a spoonful of sugar for every day life.