Thursday, April 26, 2012
The Power of Maybe
Ava, where is your Winnie the Pooh guy? Maybe a zombie-witch taked it. Ah, me scared of zombie-witch! Or Maybe Daddy has it. Daddy likes Pooh. Or Maybe the bunny rab-dits taked it. Silly bunny rab-dits.
Even though she is clearly responsible for the absence of Winnie the Pooh and/or his entourage, she is still willing to consider the other options. Every little thing could maybe possibly be some far fetched tale that she is spinning. Or she just really doesn't remember where she put Winnie the Pooh.
At 2 there is nothing holding you back from being who you want to be. If you want to be yourself and wear a Rapunzel dress over your clothes paired with cow earrings, then it doesn't matter what other people think, that's what you're gonna do. You really just don't care what other people think, and why should you. Why should anyone? If you want french toast for breakfast and waffles for lunch to celebrate your eternal burning love of syrup, a simple calorie count will not stop you. If you want to pretend that a Doodle Bear is Lamby from the current greatest show of all time Doc McStuffins then that's fine. That bear IS Lamby, no question about it.
You cannot contain either her personality or her imagination, and I'm not ever going to try. Plus I don't think its possible.