My favourite thing to watch lately is the growth of the monkey’s imagination. He’s been doing the usual “vroom vroom” thing with toy cars or “choo choo” thing with toy trains, but a fully-realized session in imaginationland is pretty new.
We were playing one of our favourite games, “Tackle” (Cacko!), which involves running back and forth between his room and the master bedroom, with me catching him, “tackling” him (really, just catching him and gently rolling around with him, zerberting him, and tickling him). He can go back and forth for what seems like hours. “Mo? Mo cacko? Pease?” A few days ago, though, he plunked down on a body pillow that happened to be on the floor, the way one might sit on a log near a campfire.
“Appo” (Apple), he said.
“Going to eat an apple, are we?” I asked. Head nod.
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