My Eldest is so creative. It's all that reading she does! I love her imagination. Sometimes it surprises me. She can be so literaly and analytical, that I wondered for a long time if she even has imagination. She also is a girl who can read at above 6th grade level (she's only 6 years old) but can't button her own pants after going potty. God love her....
Last night at suppertime, Eldest randomly says, "....in Shel Silverstien's book, there's a poem about if you were an inch tall, you could ride a worm to school."
Looks dart back and forth between the adults.
Smiles curl.
Me: oh really?
Eldest: yeah. and know what else? And if I was only an inch tall, a cotton ball could be my bed.
Me to my mom and husband: how cute is she??!
We all smile.
Eldest (this is the cutest image...): and when an ant cries a tear, it can be my swimming pool.
Hoaky, I know, but I melted. What beautiful imagery, huh?
Okay, so imagination alive! Yay!
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