As most may know, I have two nephews whom I adore more than most things. One of my favorite things when I spend time with them is watching them play. I am so intrigued by the imaginations they are already displaying at the young ages of two and three. When they are interacting with each other, I love watching how they pretend to be cooking in their kitchen and then bring me their “meals” to taste, or when I watch Bostin take his motorcycle and zip it over top every counter he can before he gets caught, or when he points to a painting hanging on the wall and says the characters in them are people in our family.
The other day, I was sitting with Bostin and I had my feet resting on top of their toy chest. He climbed on top of the lid and reached for my hands and said he wanted to “cross the bridge.” I gave him my hands and he walked across my legs pretending he was falling into the ocean. Once he “made it across” we played that we were on a rocking ship and he proceeded to tell me he saw Captain Hook, mermaids and whales. He started waving and told the captain he wanted to be friends and give him a hug.