Mia just lined up her yogurt cup, cereal bowl, and water and pushed them across the table making train noises.
Where did she come from, this imagining, pretending, thinking person?
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Comments (8)
That's so awesome! Imagination is a wonderful thing.
Posted by Fraulein N | May 9, 2007 9:16 AM
Have you gotten the first verbal "I love you" yet? If you haven't, be prepared for your breath to get completely knocked out of you.
Um? Where's the train pictures? You can't keep all that cuteness to yourself. That's like a crime or something.
Posted by nikki | May 9, 2007 9:19 AM
That should have said
"Where are the train pictures?"
The nuns at my parochial schools would seriously beat the crap out of me for that grammar snafu.
Posted by nikki | May 9, 2007 9:21 AM
That's awesome. I love imagination.
Posted by Susan | May 9, 2007 9:26 AM
thats too cute... I am guessing she came from two very creative, imaginative parents...
Is it weird everytime I hear the word "Imagination" all I can think of is a certain yellow invertabrate who lives under the sea with a rainbow forming over his head??
IMMMMMAGINNNNNNNAAAAATION...
Posted by Stephanie | May 9, 2007 10:14 AM
I hope she keeps that imagination forever. Knowing the two of you, I bet she will.
Posted by ann adams | May 9, 2007 11:26 AM
Why is there no movie of this event? Why? Why?
Posted by wordgirl | May 9, 2007 11:56 AM
Oh my gosh, I so love her!
Posted by jen | May 10, 2007 9:10 AM