06 Sunday Jul 2014
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This is an Eyeball Bum-Bum. It’s way bigger than a grown up bum-bum. Grown up bum-bums are THIS big. But an Eyeball Bum-Bum is THIS! BIG!
The Eyeball Bum-Bum goes like “lakakargahs” and they fight eyeballs. They eat your eyeballs ALL UP.
That’s what they do.
02 Sunday Mar 2014
One time, there was an airplane and a little boy.
And I was on the airplane.
And you weren’t on the airplane.
And Mommy wasn’t on the airplane.
It was just me.
I was all by myself.
And you had to get the airplane.
And you didn’t have a car.
And I went to a lot of airports.
And I sat down all by myself.
And then I came home.
And then you saw me.
And then we had breakfast.
The end.
19 Wednesday Feb 2014
Posted in Early Writings By A Child Genius, From The Owlery
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bear, duck, imagination, mommy, Stories, storytelling, three year old
One time, there was a baby ducky, and a bear.
And they fought each other!
And he hit him!
And he was like “aaaaaaaah!”
And then the Mommy duck came?
And she ATE THE BABY DUCK ALL UP.
Not the bear.
And then he broke the mommy and came out!
And then he fell down.
14 Friday Feb 2014
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bad guy, eyes, imagination, Stories, storytelling, three year old
One time, there was a BAD GUY.
And we fought him!
And he hit our eyes!
And then Mommy came?
And she hit our eyes!
And then Mommy? Went to the bad guy, and he HIT OUR EYES.
And then the nice bad guy ate all the popcorn at the market.
13 Thursday Feb 2014
Posted in Early Writings By A Child Genius, From The Owlery
The following is an original story told to me by my three year old, minus the occasional “and then what happened?” from me. As previously mentioned, he’s going to be telling the stories on this blog for a bit, because I’m broken somehow.
One time, there was a spider.
And he crawled out of a hole!
And he fell down.
And he said “aahhhh!”
And then he went up on his web, and he fell down.
And he caught his Mama.
And his Mama said, “don’t fall down any more, ok?”
And the spider said “I like to fall down.”
And then he fell down again and he broke our window!
He fell into the garbage.
Then he crawled up and he broke my picture.
And then he fell in Elmo’s mouth and Elmo ATE HIM ALL UP.
That’s not the end.
The end is in five minutes.
Then his Mama came in and said “where’s my little boy spider?”
And then he crawled out of Elmo’s mouth.
And he caught his mama!
And they fell in the garbage.
And they went up, up, up, up!
And they went to the ceiling and they made a web.
…
…
…
…
And they fell down.
21 Friday Jun 2013
A trip to Owl’s imagination often ends in strange places. The other day he approached me and said,
Owl: “Mommy, what do you want for play?”
Me: “Uh… do you want to play with your big green ball?”
Owl: “Nope, let’s play with my cars!”
He handed me a generic red plastic car that he often pretends is McQueen from the Pixar atrocity “Cars” (which he has never actually watched).
Owl: “You’re McQueen, and I’m Mater!”
Me: “Ok.”
McQueen and Mater then held the following conversation:
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26 Saturday Jan 2013
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I am loving Owl’s imagination.
He was showing signs of imagination from a year and a half or so onwards – making vroom noises when playing with cars, telling us that a toy is sleeping, and so on. But in the months since he turned two his imagination has skyrocketed.
Everything, it seems, is actually something else.
His toy phone is a lollipop. A pine needle is a hockey stick. An upside down bucket is a stove. His poop is a seven. His toast is the letter C, no, it’s a turtle, no, now it’s a car, no, now it’s a dinosaur. RAAAWR!
He tells me that his toy monster/monkey/plastic toy man is a baby and that I shouldn’t touch it, because the baby is sleeping (my mother brought him my old baby doll from Nova Scotia so he can have an actual baby, which might be helpful in the future).
Driving him to daycare the other day I was told in quick succession that I was a cat, that we were both trains, that the car was a train, and then that I was a bicycle and he was a motorbike.
Last night he told me that his penis is a yo yo.
I love it.
First of all, it’s hilarious, and because he isn’t trapped by social conventions he thinks of the most bizarre and incongruous things, which I really enjoy. It’s a little like living with a crazy person. A cute one.
Second of all, it makes life easier and more fun.
One day he wouldn’t put his coat on while he kept insisting that he was a robot. I spared myself a tantrum by addressing him as “Mr. Robot”, and when thus appropriately dubbed he put on his coat and went out to the car quite cheerfully.
I’m really looking forward to when his ability to develop complex “let’s pretends” improves, so I can get him to do whatever I want by saying “Let’s pretend…”
If I want him to be well behaved in the grocery store I can invent a game where we have to pretend that we’re stocking up for a journey on the seven seas and talk like pirates the whole time.
If I want him to be quiet in a library we can pretend that the whole place is rigged for a bomb that will go off if we speak too loud.
If I want him to get dressed fast in the morning we can pretend we’re firemen, or that a dinosaur will eat us if we don’t hurry up and get out of the cave.
No only will it make things fun for him, it’ll make things fun for ME.
I spent my entire childhood in an elaborate game of “let’s pretend” which I remember quite vividly. A lot of my childhood memories have clearly fictional elements, like the memory of going out to see someone’s yacht and being followed by a large brontosaurus, or chatting with trees in the school playground.
I lost human playmates when I reached 13 years old, because everyone was too cool for let’s pretend. I had to play it quietly by myself in such a way that no one would notice.
Finally I was introduced to D ‘n D in my twenties before I found that again, and that’s not portable. I can go play D ‘n D, but then I have to go back to my boring old life.
Once Owl is old enough, life can be fun again.
Right now, penis = YoYo is the best he can manage.
But it’s a great start.
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