This morning Micah woke up calling for Mommy. I was already downstairs.
Then I met him at the top of the stairs and we sat there as he told me what he dreamt of:
"I dream that Rocket was my friend. He hugged me and I hug him back. He also rescued me.
And then Big Jet came and they wanted to fight. I told them they must love each other and not fight. Then we all became good friends."
"Ok. Let's go. Gotta get ready for school."
Ah, world peace for my little boy's imagine-playland.
Later in the evening, just as I put the receiver down having spoken to my sister in Singapore,
Micah said, "Mommy, you must call me now."
"Ring, ring. Ring, ring."
"Hello, Micah, where are you?"
"Hi, Mom. I'm on my way back from work."
"Oh? Are you driving?"
"No, I am on a train."
"OK. Do you need me to pick you up from the station?"
"No, the taxi man (Max) is here. I will take the taxi back."
"OK. See you soon. Bye."
"Hi, Mom, I'm home. Actually I took the plane back."
"Oh? where were you?"
"I was in Jakarta. See Daddy's here too!" (Points to the room's door.)
Ok. did you have a good plane ride?"
"Did you eat anything on the plane?"
(Max now climbing onto my lap, seeing us having so much fun.)
Micah, "Yes, I had a burger with fries, and something to drink."
Max, "I had some fish and potatoes and fish-ball, and chips and ribena."
Mom, "Ooo... tasty."
Micah, " I had black noodle with fish-ball and vege and garlic and onions."
Mom, "Wow, you did?"
Max, "I had black noodle with fish-ball and vege, no onion and no garlic."
They then ran out to say good bye to their granduncle who was going home after fixing a few more pipes for us.
It's so fun to have imagine-play and have good "conversations".