Spaceships

So this happened yesterday:

Spencer was running up and down our long hallway. I was sitting in the office off the hallway, all I could see of him was a flash as he ran past. A flesh-colored flash.

Me: Put your pants on!
Spencer: No! [dashing past]
Me: At least put some underwear on?
Spencer: No!
Me: Why not!? [as he dashes past the other way]
Spencer: Because I'm too fast!

Yes. That is right. My son's velocity was such that he physically could not stop himself to put on his clothes. It's hard being a spaceship, I guess.

I heard something from another mom the other day. A four year old was flying his grilled cheese around the table and his mom asked him, "What are you doing? What are you imaging?"

What a great question to ask your kid. How often do you watch them playing creatively, and all you think is, "Thank God, I have a moment to myself. I can check my email." When my own son is imagining, I think it's the best thing in the world. And I leave him to it. But then I heard that mom ask her kid what was going on in his head. And I thought, I'm going to do that more.

Just now Spencer is bouncing around the living room with a toy robot. Putting my own resolution into practice, I asked him what he was imaging. He just grinned at me and kept making these noises:
"Pow pow pow! Kchuw kchuw kchew! Super power power power. I can lay down like hanging down, do do do do do."

I do love that imagination.