Parents of 3 year olds know that kids of that age have the best imagination. It's the best because it's completely unaffected by the realism in the world. It's pure and innocent which leaves it free for all creativity. Hendrix reminds me this often, and most of the time having conversations with him brings me right back into my childhood and I am hit with an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. There is no question that he is my son. Maybe he looks more the Aaron, but even Aaron will tell you that he has a personality more like mine.
I'm writing this down more for my benefit, because I don't think the humor will transfer as much as I wish it would. Hendrix had Aaron and I laughing so hard. We had been awake watching a movie, when Hendrix wakes up roughly around midnight to use the bathroom. He wants us to go to bed with him (all you have to do is ask, Hendrix. I will never deny your cuddles.) <-Guys I'm only half way kidding about this. So we march up stairs and are laying in bed when Aaron and I try to have a conversation. Aaron mentions something about a paper he was looking for. Paper is the trigger word in which Hendrix immediately butts in.
'Hey guys, listen to me.' *waits for silence* 'Did you know there is paper you can eat?' Hendrix, I think you are confusing what your brothers put in their mouth as to what is actually edible.
'Oh ya?'- My actually response.
'Yeah! There are two types of paper in this land. The regular kind, and the kind you can eat.' In this land... do you mean in the world?
Aaron and I are laughing our butts off at this point.
'Don't laugh! I'm serious!'
'Really? What does it tastes like?'
'There are lots of flavors. Strawberry, banana, blueberry, apple, and pine cone.' Pine cone? What the what?
Aaron and I laughing harder.
'Stop laughing!....GO TO BED!'- Hendrix upset we weren't on the same wave length.
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