Imagination

Life with these two little girls revolves around their well oiled imaginations.

There's lions in the garden. Big pink frogs are coming, as big as Izzy can stretch her arms. I imagine them too, as if reading a book, where characters and places come alive. It's like we've always known them, all it took was to start to read the words. "Orange frogs too"!, Summer exclaims, putting in her two cents worth.

Crocodiles in the bedroom, worth screaming the length of the hallway over. I sound equally as shocked that there are reptiles in the house.

I must jump onto blankets laid on the floor, to avoid the sharks, swimming in the lino, "Get in the boat Mum!".

Not to mention the shop in the loungeroom. I often drive there in my imaginary car, buy imaginary milk and bread. Izzy makes me a delicious imaginary coffee, and we lick imaginary icecreams, all paid for with imaginary money.

I love it when I am told to sush, because Izzys 'babies' are sleeping on the beanbag, I apologize profusely, as I tiptoe out of the room. She also has this thing where I have to be Kyle Sanderlands, ask how old she is, ask what her name is and what she is going to show me. I then say, "That sounds fabulous, whenever you're ready", at what point she proceeds to put on a hula hooping show, and I gush about how fabulous she is. It pleases her no end.

Life with these two girls, with their well oiled imaginations is never boring, always funny and wonderful to witness.

How does imagination roll at your house? 


Joining in with Zanni at Sunshine Sundays