Applesauce, Applesauce…
Morgan's teachers created a little book called Astronaut, Astronaut to help him with his reading. It has a bunch of sentences that start with "Astronaut, astronaut, what do you see? I see a [whatever] looking at me." He reads it at kindergarden.
This morning, he wanted some applesauce (one of this favorite things), and he asked me by saying "Applesauce, applesauce, what do you see? I see applesauce looking at me." He's so damned cute!
The Magic Room
Morgan's magic room is the spare bedroom in our apartment. We keep all our old crap and empty boxes in that room. I have to clear it out one of these days. For Morgan, it's a magical room full of cool stuff. When he looks at a toy catalog, he assumes that it is just showing all the things he can get out of the Magic Room. When he sees something he likes, he shows it to me and asks me to get it out of the room.
I tell him it isn't in the room, but he doesn't believe me. Sometimes I even let him go in, but he still doesn't believe me. The room is special. Once I clear it out, we'll see if he believes me. The question is, do I really want to burst his bubble.