I took the boys for a stroll around the neighborhood, to get them away from the TV and to bridge the gap between dinner and bathtime/bedtime.
Jack’s imagination was in rare form. A long stick became his ninja sword, then his machine gun, then his conducting baton, then the emergency brake when he was riding in the stroller.
Peter had his own little stick which, of course, became his gun. Boys. Go fig. Peter frequently said things like “Wook! JOO-joo-bears!” (translation: “Look! STORMtroopers.” Say JOO-joo-bears out loud and you’ll see it’s not so far off.)
We walked all the way to the dead end on Nutter Street. I had never walked that far. Jack said, “Don’t worry, I know where we are. I have my invisible GPS.” Later he told me about his invisible watch, but this was less stunning since I knew he knew the word “watch.” Still later he showed me his invisible gun — I think it was a rocket launcher.
Every so often Jack asked me whether something was poison ivy. He’s really worried about it.
Peter rode in the front of the stroller the whole way out, then wanted to walk and cavort along with Jack. The stroller was mostly empty for the ride back, except when Jack decided to ride in the front and Peter stood in the back.
All in all, a fine way to spend 6:20-7:10 on a Sunday evening. Even if they didn’t fall asleep till about 9 tonight!