(from before surgery)
G has been off playing in imaginary Florida.
Hi Mama. I just drove my car home.
Really? I would've thought you'd fly.
He shoots me a look of sheer disbelief.
No. Cause it's a long way and I would've had to fly on the highway. I can't fly on the highway.
Riiight.
I can't remember if I've mentioned this before.
G has a thing about Mamas & babies. One of the ways that plays out is in our morning routine.
Every morning he greets me: Hello Mama Zebra (or Monkey or Tiger or Giraffe or whatever) (Hello Mama Elephant not being my favorite)
And then I HAVE to respond: Hello Baby Zebra (or Monkey or Tiger or Giraffe or whatever).
Sometimes I also have to play my role for a while. For example, if we're tigers then I may need to serve deer for breakfast. blech. (or was the "blech" superfluous?)
Anyway, this afternoon G came into the kitchen wearing his new SuperG cape.
I said: Hi SuperG
He said: I SuperMAN G
Ok. Go wash your hands for lunch Superman G.
Yes, Mama Superman. (pause) Say: Bye Bye Baby Superman G
Bye Bye Baby Superman G
...and soon I gonna be da GrowingUpSupermanG. Bye Bye Mama Superman.
This is getting complicated.
There's another one?
Ooooohhhhh... Superman
I can do it!
You help me Mama?
I gonna fly!
