The other day when I picked him up from day care he claimed to have left Spencer (imaginary train de jour) behind. I tried to persuade him that I could see Spencer in his bag, but he'd have none of it. So I tried another tack and said I'd see if there was a spare Spencer in the glove box of
the car. Sure enough, he fell for that one, and held the "new" imaginary Spencer for a while. But after 5 minutes or so he announced
that he didn't like the new Spencer and wished he could go back to day care to get his old one. Aggghhh...
It's actually not a bad phase because he can be totally distracted by something that isn't there – I don't have to worry about bringing toys for him to play with when we go out, as we can invent something at any time. This morning our whole trip to day care was taken up with him describing what colour lollies he had (along with appropriate grunts and groans while he “made” them) then him asking me which one I’d like, passing imaginary lollies back and forth, offering me a drink of milk in case my lollies were too spicy… It’s quite fun.
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