Today at lunch, Alaythia said suddenly, “Mommy, you know what’s really silly? When kids dress up as pastors. That’s silly.”
Me: “Ummm… well, maybe some kids will be pastors someday that you know. Do you think any of your friends will be pastors someday?”
Alaythia: “Charlie might be. Yeah, probably Charlie. Elijah… maybe. But actually Elijah will probably be a breakdancer.”
Me: “And what about you?”
Alaythia, donning her painting apron: “I’ll be a painter.”
Me: “Well, it looks like you’re already a painter!”
Alaythia: “No I’ll be a REAL painter, like Katie. And I’ll give paint to everyone in my audience to use.’ She begins to distribute paint and brushes around the kitchen table to her audience of imaginary friends (which she identifies as such and plays with often these days). I asked the names of her friends, and she told me three long and strange Old Testament-sounding names, which are her favorite sorts of names. She then proceeded to give sophisticated painting lessons to her table of imaginary friends for quite some time.
When she grows up, I know one thing – whatever she does will entail much creativity!
And FYI — imaginary friends make very REAL messes during their painting lessons.