Thursday, July 16, 2009

The Alligator

First of all, let me give you a little background on the alligator.

Seth was staying at my parents house. My mom wanted him to stay on the bed for a few minutes. In order to get him to do this, she told him that there was an alligator that would get him if he got off. (In hindsight, maybe this wasn't the best idea!)

So, the other day Seth comes to me in tears. He was holding his fingers. He was crying so much that he couldn't tell me what was wrong. I asked him if he hurt his fingers and he shook his head yes. I looked at his fingers and couldn't find any marks on them and he could wiggle them for me. So he went and got the bear out of the freezer to put on his fingers.

Later, after he had calmed down, I asked him again what happened to his fingers. He clearly told me that the (imaginary) alligator got them. So I asked him to take me to where he hurt his fingers. In mine and Jeremy's bedroom, Seth had laid two pillows on the floor along with his blanket. He points to that and says that the alligator got his fingers...but "he's not there anymore."

I laid Seth down for his nap, and he was still talking about the alligator. I told him that I would take care of the alligator and it would be out of the house. Seth gave me very specific instructions on how to dispose of said alligator. Showing me with his hands, he told me I was to pick it up and drop him outside. "But don't squeeze him, Momma, because he'll poke you!"

Apparently, istead of having an imaginary friend, Seth has met up with an imaginary alligator. And I'm sure there will be more stories to come!

1 comment:

Katherine Appleget said...

I LOVE this story!!!!! That is so funny. This is why I love kids.