a child's imagination is something to wonder about. today you played with a basket of crayons for nearly an hour. first you lined a bunch up by color like a rainbow. then they started talking to each other. i couldn't hear all of the conversations, but i know for sure they were having crayon kids and babies. can i borrow some of that imagination for my first book? if i could just tap into some of what you got.
who needs toys when you have an imagination like yours? how perfectly content you were for almost an hour while i was getting ready for the evening. did i teach you that? were you just born that way? if i could package that ability or bottle it and give it away to strung out mom friends i would. maybe if we had more money you'd be spending your time playing with more advanced toys or something. it's not like we're really poor. we have two cars and a house with dogs on a fenced-in lot in a sweet little subdivision for crying out loud. although just about every day there is something you ask for that you have been wanting. my heart's desire is to run out that second and get it for you. trust me. but, then again, i'm glad we can't. maybe, just maybe, the crayons wouldn't talk and the buttons wouldn't get sorted and i wouldn't have so much help with the dishes and i wouldn't be smiling at your wondrous mind going to town. once again, are you renting that out? i'll pay.
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