Sometimes a young child’s take on the world and the things around them can be imaginative and inventive. Anything can happen. Elves can spend 364 days making toys for a fat guy to fly around the world and deliver in one night every child on the earth.
Reality is not concrete and the line with make believe can blur.
The confusion can sometimes be amusing for us adults.
One Saturday, I’d been doing laundry and wishing that a laundry fairy would appear and take care of this tedious, boring task. Later when I noticed that a bra had fallen into the kitchen floor, I quickly stuck it on a kitchen chair where it could hide under the table until I put it away later.
Having the memory of gnat, I forgot about the bra in the chair.
Sunday morning I was enjoying my cup of coffee curled up on the couch, while CJ ate his breakfast.
“Mommy?” CJ entered from the kitchen, his little forehead scrunched up in concern.
“Yes, baby.” I motioned him to come closer.
He hurried over and stood in front of me; leaned in close. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Your boobs are in the kitchen chair.”