Sunday, August 30, 2009

Imagine a world where cars say thank you for lollipops

As Little Elvis gets more and more vocal -- well, as we get better at understanding what it is he is saying -- we have been understanding a whole lot more of what's going on in his little mind.

His imagination is very impressive. And he's very polite in his imaginary world.

Obviously, the majority of his imaginary world deals with cars, parking, and trains. He spends a good part of most days parking and arranging his cars, traffic cones, people and various other objects in one specific location. Once that location has served its purpose, he moves each and every piece to a new location. Chattering the entire time.

Last week as he was moving his cars and trains from the train track to my father's pool table, he gave me a play-by-play of all the action.

First, Sally (the sleek sports car from Cars) needed a lollipop. He has this odd cuckoo clock looking figurine that he must think looks like a bank. Sally pulled up to the "bank," told them she needed a lollipop, and thanked the teller once she got her lollipop.

Then, blue car needed gas. He has this piece of a train set with a little man operating a gate to stop the trains. This man is a gas pumper. (We definitely don't do full service gas, so I have no idea where this even came from.) Blue car pulled up, got his gas (with sound effects), and drove off.

And a lady figurine was tired. So, she got to sit on a bench.

What a fun little world!

After all of these hijinx on the pool table, we then had to play "golf." In Little Elvis' world, golf is played on a pool table. Just about any hitting device will do -- pool cue, toy golf club, toy bat, his hands, etc. The goal is to hit the balls into the pockets. If you do, he will cheer and tell you that you did a good job. If you miss, he will pull the ball into the pocket and say oops or that's ok.

The next day while at my grandmother's house, we were getting him to pick up the mess of toys he had strewn everywhere. As he put the babydoll in the basket, he kissed it, told it that he loved it and would miss it.

He also started doing a deep bow while saying thank you during that trip.

I always think there's no way he can get or be any cuter. There's just not. Then, he thanks the "bank" for a lollipop, or tells a baby doll he will miss it, or bows while saying thank you. And I realize that yes he can, and he will probably do something even more heartbreakingly sweet or cute to top these actions.

(The crazy thing is that I have even more stories, but thought this was getting a little long...)

4 Comments:

Blogger lisa said...

What a smart little cookie! I love that he knows where lollipops comes from!

9:49 AM  
Blogger mpotter said...

oh the bow..... that's sooo gentlemanly adorable!

very polite indeed.

11:09 AM  
Anonymous Stewart D. Swanson said...

sounds like he is being shown some good examples of manners from the two of you.
Grandpa Stew

5:26 PM  
Blogger Kristi said...

So cute. I love overhearing Isabella's imaginative play too.

6:59 AM  

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