Ben is really good at making conversation and telling stories. Very good chats and imaginative stories well above his 3 years. A few months ago, we were in a store and Ben started grabbing clothes off the racks. He is normally well behaved and so I asked him if he liked those and wanted them for himself. He said "no, they are for my brothers". After a few minutes of arguing with my child, and losing, that he did not have brothers, I pulled him kicking and screaming out of the store. Recently, he has settled down with just having 1 brother.
Conversation we had in the tub last night:
I noticed a red pinchy (??) place on his leg and asked him where he got it.
Ben: "I got it at Brocks."
Ben: " I went to Brock's house after school.
Me: "Who is Brock"
B: "My brotha"
Me: "You do not have a brother, I think I would know"
Ben: You do, mommy.
Me: "where does Brock live?"
Ben: "Spartanburg, sometimes Pauline..."
On and on the conversation went regarding his brother Brock, whose parents are named Buddsy and Bubbba. Who was I to try and convince him otherwise??
It is amazing to hear him tell stories. My favorite one is hearing him talk about his Pappa Eddie and taking a balloon to the clouds in the sky to check on him, even though he helps him sometimes. Oh, the innocence of a child!
He makes my heart happy!