Last night the boys tried on their Halloween costumes and when A noticed that P’s costume included nunchucks and a sword, he decided he needed a weapon of his own. Tasked with finding the sword that came with last year’s pirate costume, P came back with a magic wand. A’s enthusiasm at receiving this magic wand/sword was contagious. He flung the wand around as the boys ran around the house yelling, “Abracadabra, you’re a frog!” But P wasn’t having any of it. “No, you can’t turn me into a frog, I’m already a ninja,” he yelled back, and swung his plastic nunchucks in the air.
I almost booked a trip to Disneyland right then and there because my boys are ALL IN with make believe and magic. I’m already sad thinking about the day P realizes the tooth fairy is Mom and Dad.
A few months ago, P asked me if reindeers were real. Yes, I told him, remember when we saw the baby reindeer in person a few Christmases ago? “Nevermind,” he replied. “Of course they’re real. Because Santa!” Sound logic.
Sometimes P even uses his magnificent logic skills for more practical purposes. He brought home from school an optional worksheet and was struggling to sound out some of the more difficult words on the quiz section. He could read two of the multiple choice options, but not the third. Sound it out, I encouraged. “Actually I don’t need to, Mommy,” he told me. “The other two aren’t the right answers, so it has to be this one.” *Insert head desk emoji here.*
When my husband came home, I relayed the story to him. He beamed, so proud, and seemed to imagine P’s future to include high grades on standardized tests. I can get on board with that, because even though I was terrible at standardized tests, I still believe in magic.