We pretend hard in this house….real hard.
Dress up, props, elaborate forts and emotional animals are involved. The Indian garb that J brought back became princess dresses. Add fire boots and it became ‘Mom’s clothes she wears to work.’ Perhaps I need to watch what I wear.
My mom says that she loves how L uses his imagination. Part of me rolls my eyes and the other secretly craves her ‘teacherly’ perspective and approval. M is now deep into pretend land. He is often L’s fire truck driver; his wife; but mostly his nemesis. I love to hear the conversations between them. This is their fire truck and there is a frequent request for seat belts to be put on.
We hear snippets of school activity. ‘Ok, are we ready to go outside?’ ‘Was that a good choice, Pierce?’ ‘I’m Miss Dawn with the food cart.’ There are full on phone conversations with answering as a La Petite teacher. ‘If you play with it one more time, it’s going in your cubby.’
Often the pretend play shows me a glimpse into our life…and how much we utilize a drive thru. Hmmm. I hear ‘Gotta go, Honey…I’m late.’ I hear ‘Really, Luca? You mad?’ I hear ‘Feed the dog. I’ve reminded you already.’ I hear ‘Honey, hurry up and put your shoes on.’
Stings a little. They are sponges and often times I forget that they listen even when they are singing the theme song to ‘Sofia the princess.’ Over. And over.
I need to slow down and appreciate the cheez it-crusted, cowboy hat wearing sponges.
And knock off the drive thru action….