Commending Imagination
At the crack of dawn this morning:
Mr. Perpetual Mess (from his bed): Mom! Mama! Mommy! MOM!
Me: What? (spoken groggily, oh so groggily from my bedroom)
Mr. PM: Want to get out!
Me: Honey, you can get out of bed. I took down your gate.
Mr. PM: Can’t. Can’t do it.
Me: Why not, honey?
Mr. PM: There’s a pink alligator in my room.
Me: (more awake now) What?
Mr. PM: Pink Alligator on my floor.
Me: Is he being mean?
Mr. PM: Not really.
Me: Is he hungry?
Mr. PM: Wants breakfast.
Me: What does he like to eat?
Mr. PM: red lemons.
Ok then, I’ll get right on that.
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