Let a smile be your umbrella 

We took the kids to Target this afternoon since they were bouncing off the walls at home (bad parenting hint: big box stores entertain kids, entice parents to buy things they don't need!).  In the car, Cady Gray was pretending that a leaf from our ivy plant was an umbrella, holding it up above her head and chortling uncontrollably.

Archer wanted to get in on the fun, but had nothing to pretend with; at one point he asked if I could build him a pretend umbrella "with five sticks and some glooooo?"  While he's coming out with loads of original utterances these days, it tends to take him several runs at a sentence to get it to the end.  He has to build it step by step, and a new thought about how it should go requires him to go back to the beginning and start over.

So when he was walking toward the Target entrance with Dad, still trying to figure out how to get his own pretend umbrella, he came out with this:

"Dad, your arm will ma- ... Dad, your big arm wi- ... Dad, your big fat arm will make a perfect umbrella!" 

Posted: Friday - July 06, 2007 at 06:03 PM         |