This morning, sitting on the front porch after he asked if the sun was hiding behind the mountain and I answered him no and showed him where it was hiding behind a tree, he asked:
Mago: “Daddy?”
Me: “Yes.”
Mago: “Are we in the sun’s garden?”
Me: (I don’t know where he got this, or maybe he made it up, but I think it’s a great idea, so I expanded on it) “Yes, the whole world is the sun’s garden. You’re in the sun’s garden, and I am, and mommy is, and sister is, and our neighbors are, and our family is.”
(It’s the Son’s garden, too).
At a cousin’s house Mago was playing with a wooden toy snake – the fairly large kind with a lot of interconnecting spine pieces or hinges, which make it slither back and forth when you bend it up or down – and Nem-nem was on her back on the floor, wiggling and cooing. None of us watched exactly what Mago did, but he was near Nem-nem when she gave out a howl and cry of alarm, so Tia went over and comforted her. As we speculated what might have happened, referring to Mago as we spoke, he approached a couch where several talking about this were sitting, and removing the wooden snake’s head where he had put it in his mouth, exclaimed:
“But I like a snake in my mouth!”
(So why doesn’t she? It’s a perfectly fun thing to do – what’s wrong with it?)
After we had taken him to the Chuck-E-Cheeze kid’s restaurant one evening (replete with a singing animal robot band on stage), the next morning I asked Mago how his time at Chuck-E-Cheeze was, and what he did. In his answers, he talked about the “butcher” on the stage – holding up his hands in the way a drummer would, working the drums.. er.. knives.
(Tia later clarified to me that he has a baker toy he often mistakes for a butcher – and I learned his birthday cousin does the same thing sometimes – so he probably thought the robot that was baking a pizza was a “butcher”. If so, I still think my mistake of his mistake is a very funny image)