Thinking about stories from my children's past, I remember the one about the airplanes coming to dinner...
The story happened when Jason was just about two: We had gone to have lunch with daddy. On the way home, Jason was, to my knowledge, busily 'reading' one of his books in his car seat. All of a sudden a small two year old voice piped up 'Uh oh, mommy, the airplanes are coming to dinner.' Blindsided, I gaped. 'The airplanes?' 'Umm hmm.' He was quite satisfied with my reaction. Not that this was the first time. A few days prior he had told me that he had invited the Baseball Bugs over. And mind you, this is a Jason theme. He is still inviting folks -- if he likes you, he invites you -- for a playdate, for his birthday, for Christmas... He gets a lot of smiles, especially from the adults he invites. The kids, I think, take him as seriously as he intends it...
Course, kids have their own perspective. I remember taking Jason over to his friend, Rowan's house, and on our way home, I was treated to a discourse on bowel movements. After listening with increasing amazement, I asked 'How do you know all this?' He replied 'Oh, Rowan and I talked about it. He had diarreah last night.' Yikes!
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