When is it along our journey in life that we lose the bulk of our imaginations? Yesterday, I was delighted by my 3 (soon to be 4) year old's imagination! He ran into my sewing room where I was and his shirt was covered in Thomas the Tank stickers. Here is our conversation:
Three yr. old: "Mom, when I push this button (one of the stickers on his shirt) it makes me jump!"
Mom: "Do you mean it makes you jump higher?"
Three yr. old: "No, it just makes me jump." (said as he is off jumping while pushing on the sticker on his belly.)
Three yr. old: (after returning a couple minutes later) "Mom, my button is broken."
Mom: "Oh, no! How are you going to fix it?"
Three yr. old: "I'll go to my closet."
Mom: "Why? Do you have the right tools in there?"
Three yr. old: "No. That's where my man is who fixes things. He can fix anything!"
Really? He has a man? If only I'd known that, I wouldn't have thrown out the broken vacuum. I would have just had his man fix it! :)