Evan's imagination has been exploding of late. The other day he took a cup-like toy and he came up to me and offered me tea, coffee, water, milk and lots and lots of juice. After each sip, he would run to a corner of the playroom and magically refill the "cup". It was too cute.
Just this morning, I had the cutest doctor
ever taking care of me.
Evan's new thing is "going to work" like his daddy. He recently discovered that daddy is a doctor. Here is our conversation this morning, me sitting on my bed with Drew, and Evan near the door.
E: Bye bye
Me: Where are you going?
E: Work
Me: Ok. Have fun (he closes the door, runs somewhere, and then re-opens the door)
E: (Opens door) Hi!
Me: Oh! You're back! How was work?
E: Good.
Me: What did you do?
E: Work.
Me: Oh right. Silly question. Well, do you take care of people at work?
E: Yes.
Me: Are you a Doctor?
E: Yes. Daddy work.
Me: You're right. That's what daddy does. Are you going to take care of mommy?
E: Yes.
Me: You should take my temperature. (At which he lays a hand on my arm)
E: Warm
Me: Oh, that means mommy's sick (I'm not really) I think mommy needs some medicine.
E: Memin (He couldn't say it)
Me: Yes. Mommy needs some pills.
E: Oh. (Looks around) Pills! (he leaves, saying 'bye bye', and goes to the door that leads up to the playroom. He comes back and I look up to see him holding a bright red pillow)
E: Pillow!
Me: (laughing) Yes, that's a pillow and will help mommy feel better.
Oh, the imagination of a 2 year old.