Now before this gets too somber (although I do suggest you go and read that post about Me Time), let me share a monologue I overheard of my son's vibrant imagination.
If you ask me what I want to be when I grow up, I’m going to say a dog. Ruff, ruff! See, I already know how to bark. ROAR! Now I’m a dinosaur. Roar! I’m going to eat you! Whew! Now I’m underwear.
Just sitting here, being underwear.
Okay, now I’m a dragon! Fire is coming out of my mouth! Ahhh! Ohhh! Uhhh! Zzzz! I’m a bomber plane, flying and bombing things. Bzzzz! Pshhhh! Haaa. Now I’m just a piece of fuzz.
Now I’m myself again. ALALALALA! Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba. Baba says, baa baa. Baa baa, says Baba. Anemo-nene-menones. Amo-nemo-nenomes. Anemones, all this nonsense about anemones.
Sharkbait, watch out for the anemones. They will get you.
Yes, I know I was being silly when I was the piece of fuzz and the underwear. But the fuzz was quiet; it doesn't say anything. The underwear was laughing though. Hahaha. I'm being the laughing underwear again! Hahaha! I like being underwear that laughs!