It seems my child is developing quite the imagination. It started innocently enough- pretend snoring while laying on our bed, pretending to make “fruit sabad” out of his wooden food. A Facebook fan once commented on a status about his new-found imagination that I should beware that the next developmental step might be night terrors. I mean, I guess that makes sense. Once you have the ability to imagine you’re something you’re not, you also have the ability to imagine scary things are there.
He’s taken to reading the Little Golden Book 101 Dalmatians. He’s never seen the movie, nor do I think he’d sit though it since it’s one of those old fashioned 2-d cartoons that looks nothing like what Pixar puts out these days, but he sure does love the book. His favorite part? Finding Cruella De Vil(or “Cwoowella DoBill”). He finds her, points to her, slyly smiles and whispers, “I find her…. she’s spooky.”
Uhm, little creepy, no?
“Cwoowella DoBill is coming, mommy,” said, again, in a whisper.
“She is? Where? Why is she coming?”
“She is coming in da door. She is coming to take mah animals,” glances around at his gaggle of stuffed animals on his bed and pulls them all close.
“NO, Go AWAY!” he screams from bed at 6:45 am. It’s still dark outside.
I ask him when I finally stumble to his room, “Who were you yelling at to go away?”
“Cwoowella DoBill… She is coming.”
I have an unhealthy fear of Cruella De Vil now, I don’t want to read that damn book one more time. But he? Still loves it. He asks to read it before every nap and every night. He still delights in going through the pages, finding her and pointing out that she’s “spooky”… always said in a whisper with a smile.
KID, YOU ARE CREEPING ME OUT!
RED RUM, RED RUM!!!
Kendall is 2 1/3 and if I see him riding his trike down the hall in the middle of the night, I think I will shit myself.