Itâ€™s funny hanging out with a four-year-old. They are trying to make sense of the world, trying out new phrases. For example, First Son tried to casually insert the phrase â€œstrangely familiarâ€ in our conversation the other day. He went over the syllables slowly, because itâ€™s a bit unwieldy to say and then gave me a sly look to check my reaction. The way he used it didnâ€™t make sense, but I was taken aback and couldnâ€™t stop laughing. Who said that to him? (Confess. Come forward. No harm will be done to you and your underlings.)
Last tonight, he asked me what dreams are. I said, I think a dream is two things. One kind of dream is what you do when youâ€™re asleep. Even though your eyes are closed, your mind thinks of stories. The other kind of dream is something you hope for â€“ to do or become.
He told me his dream is to turn age 6 so that he will be old enough to drive the 6 train. We discussed how to make this happen and I said Iâ€™d research the steps (done.) Then he asked me what my dream is (I said I hope to publish a book). This morning, he asked Husband what his dream is, and then he asked Wonder Twins. Husband had a fancy answer about hoping both he and I get to have the careers we want, accomplish our creative goals, and have gobs of time with the children. The Twins gurgled or like repeated â€œDora!â€ ten times. Who can remember.
To be an innocent four-year-old boy is a very sweet thing.