Today I saw the beginning of involved, imaginary play with Z. She's done imaginary feeding with us ("Can you eat this for pretend?") but this was a step further--she was the babykitty and I was the mamakitty. To fulfill these roles we both needed to say meow (which I always spell in my head the French way, miao, but it looks like ciao when I type it.)
In other Z. news, today we had excitement on both the way to and from school: on the way to, we saw a baby bird and discussed why we weren't going to touch it, and on the way from we saw a real, live digger, putting a trench about 12 feet deep into my neighbors' yard. (That's not an exaggeration, since the yard rises above the sidewalk quite a bit.) We have paused at various times to look at diggers, but never so long and so close to one that was actually digging. It was an entirely fulfilling commute.
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Just curious, why is your neighbor having a 12-foot deep trench dug? An new sewer system? A moat?
The former: they were replacing the main drains to the house. When I walked by this morning I heard them gurgling nicely. The yard looks just as before, minus a swath of grass and two squares of sidewalk. Amazing how all that work just vanished underground.
The baby bird was gone, too, so I decided to tell a story about how its mother came back to get it. Z. is only two, after all.
I love the play stage! Though dudelet is currently very keen on dentistry and insists on checking my teeth - with a hammer and screwdriver from his toy toolbox! - each story time.
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