Other three-year-olds use their imaginations. Drake is more of a realist. He tells stories of what has happened more than what he is pretending. "That's a volcano and it has lava inside and it goes whoosh and it's sticky. But we shouldn't touch it because it's hot." I've been concerned because he doesn't pretend very much. Imagination is a wonderful and glorious thing. I guess we haven't done enough to encourage it. Today, he runs into the house to get me.
D: "Mommy, hurry, I made you a mud pie and it's almost done cooking."
Me: "OK, Drake." (Exit back door to walk to sand box.)
D: "Three. Two. One. Beep! It's done cooking."
Me: "Oh, that's wonderful!"
D: "But, Mommy, don't eat it."
Me: (playing along) "Why, because it's still hot?"
D: "No. Because it's made of sand."
*Sigh* Even in the midst of pretend, he's still a realist.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment