When imaginations run wild...


my four year old becomes a penguin.

He does things like refer to himself as The Penguin and walks like one all the way to his bedroom…the refrigerator…you get the idea. “Penguin wants a snack, Mommy.” Oh does he now? (That’s my response…just role playin’. Why not?)

Last night my son (guess he wasn’t in character just yet) asked me,

“Can I change my name, Mommy?”

To what, Baby?


Go ahead and think he’s weird.

It won't hurt my feelings.

Sometimes I think he's weird too.

I also think he's the brightest...blue-eyed...best...

Buzz Lightyear-loving four year old I know.

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