So I’ve always heard about children’s imaginations and how they can run wild, but didn’t realize how wild it could run at the tender age of 3.
Now most of the time, when Kate slips into her world of imagination its mostly about what her stuffed animals and babies are up to. And I’ll also note that its quite impressive how consistent her stories stay (ie, you ask her about what happened with her pig two days later and she’ll tell you the same story). Sometimes she’ll also reference when I was a baby and she was a grown up and its almost as if she was my mother in another life (and would explain why I feel like she tries to act like my mother now at times)
But lately, her stories have gotten to the point where they darn right freak me out.
Case in point #1. We’re standing in my bedroom with the shades closed and Kate freezes, face gets serious and her eyes dart towards the window and goes ‘Mom, there is a guy outside the window’. My heart immediately skips a beat, I look to the window and see nothing but the shadow of a tree. I try to explain to her that it’s a tree but she persists and I eventually scoot her out of the room because she’s freaking me out with her facial expressions.
Now to case in point #2. We’re driving to daycare last week and Kate is in the back seat. She again, gets this serious voice and look on her face and goes ‘Mom, there is a mean guy.’ To which I reply ‘where?’. To which she replies ‘Running next to the car outside of my window’. Again, face frozen, voice serious (and might I add she’s whispering this which adds to the creepy factor) and I am thinking to myself ‘omg, my child sees dead people’.
I then tell her we’ll drive really fast to get away from him and luckily that seemed to do the trick and we appear to have lost ‘him’.
She hardly watches any tv and isn't really into anything with 'mean guys' so not really sure what the obsession with ‘mean guys’ is right now but really hoping it passes soon as its freaking me the hell out!
On that note, have a happy thanksgiving! :)