I know I’ve mentioned before that one of the top five descriptors one might choose for my son Lyle is random; well, Wonderfriends, it just keeps getting better. I’d like to record a few recent examples for posterity:
1) “Mommy? You know how I keep my water cup quiet at night?* I just spread strawberry jam on it!”
2) The boys are ridiculously insane together when they’re getting ready for bed. With me, of course, and especially on the days when Lyle hasn’t napped. He’s a maniac by bedtime. They act perfectly calm with their father, however. (Go figure.) Lately, Baxter has been leaning down from the top bunk and begging Lyle to “juggle” for him. “Just one more time, Lyle?” he asks. “Okay, Brother Dear!” yelps Lyle in perfect imitation of The Berenstain Bears Forget their Manners, and he proceeds to stand in the middle of the bedroom floor, knees slightly bent, and perform a wildly exagerrated pantomime of juggling invisible balls. As if there were forty balls in the air at once. The facial expression is matched only by the hysterically funny posture. Baxter and I can hardly stand it, it’s so crazy funny.
3) Lyle has an imaginary baby who now lives under the blue couch in the play room. He has named him “Gago”. Gago was borned 10 days ago, growed in Lyle’s own 3 1/2 year old tummy, and is 4 years old. I can’t tell you how delighted he was when Matt and I crouched down to see Gago and exclaimed over his adorableness. His very literal brother looked down there and said quite kindly, “I’m gonna need a flashlight, Lyle, because I just don’t see him anywhere.” I suggested he look with his imagination, and Baxter turned and said, proving the point he’d been trying to make when he heard about Gago earlier, “Oh, so he’s not real?” Umm, no, honey. Matt has taken full credit for Baxter’s adherence to realism, while I have to say that the totally bizarre stuff might look a little more familiar to my kin.
*Is this a problem your kids have? The sippy cup valves that squeak at odd times during the night and keep your child awake?