"To invent, you need a good imagination and a pile of junk." Thomas Edison.
"You are making our grandson weird." Those were the exact words of my husband Seth.
A few things about Seth. He eats each item of food on his plate one at a time, completely finishing one food puddle before starting another. (exception: chicken/noodles may be combined with mashed potatoes) Sometimes he bounces his knee so much I need a Dramamine so I won't throw up. He is afraid of possums ("those things will turn on you!"). When I met him he owned a necktie (which he often wore) that had an entire chariot race scene printed on it. And he thinks Captain Kirk is a real person who really did have a five-year mission to seek out new life and new civilizations and actually boldly went where no man had gone before.
So if he says something is weird, it does give me pause.
He was of course talking about the frequent "pretend" episodes that my grandson Cayden and I share.
We had one of those moments at Ponderosa Steak house last week.
We had just finished an exciting shopping trip at Kohls. Generally when we take the kid shopping, Seth keeps an eye on him (read: chases him frantically through the clothing racks) while I shop. It is a little distracting to observe the head of a 50-year-old man floating at high speed above the displays, but I manage to focus.
On this particular occasion my assignment was to find the kid some tennis shoes. "Gween shoes" were his preference.
So we found some fluorescent-y lime green shoes, purchased them and put them on his proud feet before we went in to Ponderosa for dinner.
Cayden has a tendency to get into a lot of Curious George type trouble. It is best to keep him....engaged.