The imagination of a two year old girl has our lives in a whole new realm. If you have never had a two year old girl than you may not understand how Chrysanna's imaginary friends could actually intersect with the real world. Allow me to give you a couple of examples. . .
Yesterday, while I was laying the bathmat on the floor I was franticly informed that I was covering "her" up. After I decoded who "her" was I picked "her" up off the floor and handed "her" to Chrysanna. Then I was able to properly place the mat on the floor. I have sat on many of Chrysanna's imaginary friends. Infact one time Chrysanna was feeding her dad pretend food, while he was working at the computer. He had no idea that she handed him her horse, so when he absentmindedly took a bite and said "mmm, that was tasty", he was suprised to hear Chrysanna say "You ate my horse. Don't eat my horse, daddy!"
The adventures never end in the imagination of a 2 year old, the other day she fell in love with a hard boiled egg that I needed for our dinner. The egg quickly became her new born baby. I told her that I was going to need the egg back for cooking and after prying it out of her hands, she said "no momma, don't crack my newborn baby." I quickly grabbed another baby in attempts to not tramatise my daughter. I think it worked because she ate dinner without mentioning it. She is so attached to her imagination and one of her most played with friends is, the sneaky fox "Swipper". This morning she was in the bedroom with us and her daddy said, "O Swiper, you just came right in our house. Would you like to play with Chrysanna today?" Then he turned to Chrysanna and said "Chrysanna swiper would like to play with you today." To which she quickly responded, "Ok! I will go get a book that I can read to him." And she ran out of the room, only to appear moments later with a book and ready to read to her friend.
I think that her imagination has certainly challenged our own. I love watching her grow.
Yesterday, while I was laying the bathmat on the floor I was franticly informed that I was covering "her" up. After I decoded who "her" was I picked "her" up off the floor and handed "her" to Chrysanna. Then I was able to properly place the mat on the floor. I have sat on many of Chrysanna's imaginary friends. Infact one time Chrysanna was feeding her dad pretend food, while he was working at the computer. He had no idea that she handed him her horse, so when he absentmindedly took a bite and said "mmm, that was tasty", he was suprised to hear Chrysanna say "You ate my horse. Don't eat my horse, daddy!"
The adventures never end in the imagination of a 2 year old, the other day she fell in love with a hard boiled egg that I needed for our dinner. The egg quickly became her new born baby. I told her that I was going to need the egg back for cooking and after prying it out of her hands, she said "no momma, don't crack my newborn baby." I quickly grabbed another baby in attempts to not tramatise my daughter. I think it worked because she ate dinner without mentioning it. She is so attached to her imagination and one of her most played with friends is, the sneaky fox "Swipper". This morning she was in the bedroom with us and her daddy said, "O Swiper, you just came right in our house. Would you like to play with Chrysanna today?" Then he turned to Chrysanna and said "Chrysanna swiper would like to play with you today." To which she quickly responded, "Ok! I will go get a book that I can read to him." And she ran out of the room, only to appear moments later with a book and ready to read to her friend.
I think that her imagination has certainly challenged our own. I love watching her grow.
