Remember that I said Timothy's imagination is in overdrive? One more example:
I don't know how we managed this, but our children will not get out of their beds. Once they are put to bed, they stay there. Now they may stay there yelling, screaming, bouncing, or a million other things (and every once in a great while, Timothy convinces Kassie to get up and get him a toy or book), but they do not come out of their room. Even in the morning, they will call for us and wait for someone to come tell them they can get up. So, as usual, I went into their room when Timothy announced that he was awake.
T: Mommy, did you hear that?
M: Hear what Timothy?
T: That little tap, tap, tap.
M: (after listening very carefully), No Timothy I don't hear anything.
T: It's
little mice with
little hammers, going tap, tap, tap.
M: (after listening AGAIN), Sorry buddy, don't hear it.
So Timothy gets up and heads for the bathroom.
T: Mommy, NOW do you hear it? Tap, tap, tap?
M: (Listening) Timothy, it's the clock. Tick, Tick, Tick.
T: No, Mommy it's
little mice with
little hammers, going tap, tap, tap.
If you say so Timmy! I hope he never loses this flair for imagination! If I could draw, I think I would have to write a children's book about the little mice. Doesn't it just bring great pictures to mind?