Dennis invented an imaginary little brother today, a one-year-old named George who "is very nice and shares my toys and we don't have to fight except sometimes we do." He strapped "George" into his booster seat tonight and then apologized to him for accidentally pinching his finger. He and George were playing "tank" tonight, so when I said "go brush your teeth, tank commander," he replied "no, George is the tank commander--I am the tank driver!". How silly of me to get that wrong. George has a bed on his rug, he says, and they will share his room now. I asked him if he really wanted a little brother and he told me "no, just an imaginary one." Works for me!
Soccer practices begin tomorrow afternoon, hence the imminent beginning of my career as an actual "soccer mom". Parts of me shudder to realize what I've become, but most of me is thrilled.
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