Wednesday, November 04, 2009
For Lillian, nothing is what it is. The spatula in the orange juice is the sun going up and down. The wipes are band-aids and she's Belle and the crib is the Beast who just got attacked by wolves trying to save Belle and she has to put the band-aids/wipes on him/it.
This tendency to be so whimsical and inventive sort of weirds other kids out, and that's only if they can figure out what the heck she's talking about. I usually can figure it out because I know what movies/shows she's watched recently, but sometimes I don't even know what she's talking about. Like last night, in her prayers, I'm pretty sure she said she was thankful for being thirsty (firsty). I looked at Tyler and he just shrugged his shoulders.