Neighbor Jenny dubber our eldest children (that still live at home) Figurative Girl and Literal Boy. Her daughter lives in a world where all things are possible and imaginary play if the preferred MO. My son looks at the world in mostly black and whites. Definites. He dislikes all the fantasy play (unless you are dueling him in Yu Gi Oh). Yesterday their exchange went a little like this:
Too Loud for All of the Great Outdoors (little sister, as she wanders up the sidewalk from the rear of the house): hmph... Figurative Girl and Literal Boy are having a conversation. BLAHHHHH BLAAAAHH BLAAHHHH (sings and dances away)
Tiny Person with Big Personality (baby brother): A WEEE YAH... let's play in the back yaaaaaaaard.....
Figurative Girl and Literal Boy enter scene
Figurative Girl: I was talking with Literal Boy about how close I could be to the swing without getting hit. I was confident that the unicorns would swoop in and protect me with magical rainbows...
Literal Boy: Based on my projected swing pattern, wind speeds, and her proximity to my feet, I knew this was going to end badly. I attempted to explain the risks...
In a jumble of their combined protests, it was discovered that contact had been made and Literal Boy's cheesestick snack had fallen to the ground half eaten. I offered him a replacement.
Literal Boy: I was only going to try one. If you give me another, it will not soothe me. I lost my appetite as the stick fell to the ground. Although, I am famished.
Figurative Girl: I tried to tell him I was sorry. But he said I had a 1% chance of learning anything. Ever.
*** Names, some portions of the actual dialogue, and snack preferences may have been changed to protect the innocent, amuse me more, or just for fun.***
5 years ago
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