I brought a cupcake home for Aaron today from Jen's baby shower. It was adorable---it looked like a baby. He was so excited to have a cupcake for dessert. He hadn't seen one quite like that before. I said, "look buddy! It's a baby!".
He just stared at it for a minute.
Then he pulled off each decoration---marshmallows, licorice, cheerio, teddy graham---one by one and said, "what that for?".
Each time I said, "it's for decoration, to make the cupcake pretty. you should eat it".
"No", he said and put the item on his plate.
It had to have been the longest amount of time a cupcake has ever lasted on a kid's plate. In the end he took a couple bites and said they were good.
Next time I won't suggest he eat a baby.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Imagination
Aaron has a strong imagination.
For many months now he has imagined and told me what Papa would say or do in certain situations.
About 5 months ago Aaron started watching the trees as we drove and telling me he saw toddlers in them sitting on the branches. That they had climbed high and that they had better be careful so they wouldn't fall.
Tonight when picking out his pajamas he chose the ones with bulldogs and frogs on them. He pretended to catch a frog in his hand. He kept it carefully closed in his fist and then caught another one. So with his two hands occupied he could not choose his books for story time. He gestured at his choices, "no open uh hands uh frogs hop away!".
By the time daddy and Aaron were done with stories Aaron had added two blue birds to his hands. He couldn't hold his milk or the remote to turn off his light (a nightly routine). We suggested he put the creatures to sleep in the closet. Which he did. Very carefully.
A strong imagination.
For many months now he has imagined and told me what Papa would say or do in certain situations.
About 5 months ago Aaron started watching the trees as we drove and telling me he saw toddlers in them sitting on the branches. That they had climbed high and that they had better be careful so they wouldn't fall.
Tonight when picking out his pajamas he chose the ones with bulldogs and frogs on them. He pretended to catch a frog in his hand. He kept it carefully closed in his fist and then caught another one. So with his two hands occupied he could not choose his books for story time. He gestured at his choices, "no open uh hands uh frogs hop away!".
By the time daddy and Aaron were done with stories Aaron had added two blue birds to his hands. He couldn't hold his milk or the remote to turn off his light (a nightly routine). We suggested he put the creatures to sleep in the closet. Which he did. Very carefully.
A strong imagination.
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