As four-year-old Anne was finishing her bath, Clare told her she was certain she saw a mermaid tail in the bathtub. She told Anne she thought the mermaid might leave something special for them. This morning Clare woke Anne up and told her the mermaid had left something in the bathroom. Surprise, surprise...the mermaid left the jar of pixie dust and Anne desperately hoped the pixie dust could be used to make her toys talk.
I love these magical bits of childhood. I love it when imaginations are in full bloom. Recently, Anne's ballet teacher told me she likes how Anne talks to herself in dance class. I explained,"She's not talking to herself. She's talking to all her imaginary friends." She has a lot of them. She regularly takes Doc McStuffins and Doc's toys Lambie, Stuffy, Hallie and Chilly to school with her. She considers the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles her brothers. When Anne began talking about the new boy in her preschool class, who happened to share the name of one of the Ninja Turtles, Meg and Clare were convinced Anne was talking about her imaginary friend. I had to convince them that this friend was real.
Meg and Clare recently revealed one of their toddler/preschool games that I never knew about. Apparently they would steal dry spaghetti from the kitchen and hide in a closet. They would then eat the dry spaghetti and created their own spaghetti language with it. One bite meant yes. Two bites meant no. Perhaps I got that backwards. After all, it is a kid language and I'm a grown up who could never quite understand it. And I'm totally okay with that.