So I haven't blogged in a month. Trying to dispel the pangs of guilt, I'm sitting down to quickly blog before taking advantage of combined warm weather/triple naptime (dangit...was that Gabe crying??)...anyway, before going out to enjoy some yard work.
Autumn's birthday is in 2 days. To her, the word "birthday" means "cake"...literally. I'm sure she will eventually understand that it is actually an all-encompassing term. She certainly anticipates girly gifts, slightly more than her usual share of attention, and meals made to order by Mom (that's me!) . Anyhow, as she was discussing her birthday in the car, the subject of wishes was brought up. Suddenly, Micah tearfully expressed, "My wish will NEVER come true!" I asked what wish he'd made, to which he replied, "That my Playmobils would come alive." This is my most creative and imaginative child, and he equally divides his time between outside play and setting up his Playmobil guys in and around a wooden castle in our basement. If left to his own devices, he'll spend hours with them. That they could come alive had probably never even entered his mind until we took him to see "Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium" for his 5th birthday. All at once, a new concept entered his mind. But the wish didn't come true, poor guy.
What a sad lesson; one I've been retaught again and again, just as I'm sure my little Micah will be.
