"In my pink house there's a hockey table," says my 4-year-old granddaughter. "My father's name is King Noah and my mother's name is Karen." King Noah has a swirly, Bugsy mustache. Even though her parents tell her that King Noah (from the Book of Mormon) is a bad guy, she says, "Not my dad, King Noah. In my pink house he's a nice guy."
Can you believe the imagination? I think it's amazing and absolutely darling.
In her pink house, Megan has a big, pink, 4-wheel drive, Ford truck. And since her pink house is in Canada she can look out the window and see the Puffins. (her Papa and Grandma took a trip to Newfoundland and brought her back a toy Puffin)
But everything about the pink house is not wonderful. For example in her pink house she has a brother that is very mean. (I guess that means that her brother in real life isn't mean?) And her mother, Karen, died. :-(
But she has a new mother. It's Hannah Montana!
We have to be careful in learning about her pink house. If we ask she gets very protective with the information, but if we happen to be talking, she may slip and reveal something. The other Monday night, Megan, Jeff and their real Mom were over visiting. Mom mentioned that it was getting too late and they would have to have Family Home Evening tomorrow night. Megan, who was coloring at the kitchen table, said, "In my pink house we have FHE every night.
Used to be that I felt deprived that I didn't have a stuffed animal to sleep with as a child, or an imaginary friend. I thought maybe I could make one up. But would it be the same if I KNEW that he was imaginary? Now I wish I'd had an imaginary house. Oh, what fun that would have been. Now I just hope that Megan holds on to her house in the clouds for several more years. (or forever)