I wish I could tape record everything CC says. I just want to be able to remember the conversations we have because they give me a window into that little head of his. The mind of a child really is an amazing thing. I wonder if we were all born with big imaginations but somehow it got lost in the course of growing up. Sometimes I wonder if CC knows the difference yet between the “real” world and the world he invents in his head. Recently he’s been telling me stories about his big brother Benjamin who lives in NYC. He tells them so matter-of-factly, always beginning them by saying, “My brother and me…” To which I usually respond, “You mean you and Turner?” And he’ll say adamantly, “No! My OLDER brother.” Benjamin sounds like a pretty cool guy, he lives in a sky scraper and has things like teleporters and miniaturizers in his apartment. Who wouldn’t want an older brother like that?
Anyway, here are some other random conversations we had just from today that I can remember.
CC: Mama, why do policemen carry sticks?
Me: Um…maybe they need it to protect themselves.
CC: Maybe they need it to hit bad men.
CC: Or maybe they need it on their birthdays to hit pinatas!
CC: Do you know what’s the most important part of God?
Me: Oh. (Thinking to myself: wow, this kid is deep.)
Before going to the bathroom –
Me: Do you need me to help you take off your belt?
CC: Yeah, but don’t put it back on the girl way.
At dinner tonight –
CC: Mama, can you give me a machine?
Me: What kind of machine?
CC: Something that attaches to something.
Me: ??? I don’t know what you mean.
CC: (getting frustrated) You do know! Something that attaches to something then springs up and then…(I can’t remember the rest).
Me: Maybe you can draw a picture of it for me.
What a funny little guy he is. I hope he’ll be this fun to talk to even when he gets older.