Here is my little fixer-upper boy. I love his imagination and the ideas he comes up with of what to make and what to fix…it’s never short of hilarious most days. A tube, an extension chord, a stick and some plastic bins become his latest “contraption”, as he calls it. The one pictured above was designed to “pump oil into the car’s engine.”
He has been playing with string lately, among other things. He’ll grab a ball of yarn from the “play yarn” bag and go to town, wrapping up and tying down anything and everything he can reach. His subjects get progressively bigger and more complex as the weeks go on. The other day, he used several balls of yarn to wrap around the car, tying it to the fence and back. A few hours later when it was time to leave, it took me 20 minutes to untie the darn thing, so of course I ended up cutting half of his work, much to his chagrin.
When I asked him what he was doing with the blue and white yarn he was using to tie around the sign in our front yard, he said, “I’m making a boo-boo trap.” I said, “Oh, you mean a boobie trap?” No, I was assured that wasn’t it; it was indeed a “boo-boo” trap…”because when the bad guys come they will get caught up in the string and then fall down in the bushes and get boo-boos.” He’s really into “bad” vs “good” lately and while I’m very much a proponent of pretend play, the direction of “good guy” vs “bad guy” sometimes has me wondering where to draw the line. He just suddenly seems to be understanding much bigger concepts and I will admit it kind of takes me off-guard.
If there is a cardboard box lying around, he will almost always turn it into a race car. When he spotted one in the studio, he asked if he could use the markers to decorate it, but he wanted me to write, “NO GIRLS ALLOWED” on it. I stopped in my tracks…WHAT?? Where did that come from, I wondered. Immediately, I thought to myself…”need to schedule more playdates with girls.” I told him that would mean that I wouldn’t be allowed to play with him in his race car, since Mommy is a girl after all. He thought about it for a second and then said, “Well, I meant no little girls allowed.” Ah-ha…I see.
This little boy of mine keeps my days full of surprises and laughter, that’s for sure.