Saturday at lunch Ty informed the family that he has an invisible tail.
Ya wanna see?
Well, I will try to see it. It is invisible after all.
He wags his bum at me and says, see it?
Uh, well….
It has very small feathers on it that you need a microscope to see.
It does?
Mommy? When something is invisible can you still touch it and feel it?
I think so. But I don’t really know for sure.
Well, then my tail is also intangible.
Of course it is.
Before having a boy, I never knew that the ability to transform everyday objects into guns was actually imprinted on the Y chromosome. But it is. About a year ago my son started shooting things. I was mortified. I am, afterall, a pacifist. A good pacifist, in fact. But, there he was using any and everything as a gun, blaster, pistol, bazooka, light saber, etc. The good news is is that until recently we have never actually ”stooped” to purchasing a gun-like toy and offend our peace-loving sensibilities. He has taken care of that all on his own.
Items that my son has transformed into an imaginary gun:
I keep telling myself that an active imagination is GOOD thing. And… I try to stay out of the line of fire whenever possible.
Lately my sweet little boy has started drawing a lot of pictures.
Daily he presents me with dozens of drawings. Usually of aliens and space battles.
Apple Alien and Friends
This next one we drew together. See if you can spot my footwear-inspired ship in the lower righthand corner.
Space Battle w/ Mommy
I get soooo many of these per day, that they all tend to morph into one picture. And, I get a little tired of ooh-ing and aaah-ing all day long.
But the other day, he drew me his version of Santa Claus. And although it looks like a Santa pumpkin, there was something about THIS picture that truly touched me. Sometimes out of the busy-ness and crazy-ness of my life, something rises to the top and makes me take a deep breath. And this day, it was this picture.
Santa by Ty (age 4)
And truly, truly it made my day better. Merry Christmas, everyone!
