Grant is on an invisibility kick.
It’s getting really old, really fast.
In the kitchen:
Grant: “Mom, can I have a cookie please?”
Mom: “Not until after lunch.”
Grant: “I ate an invisible lunch, but I want a real cookie.”
At baseball practice:
Coach: “Grant, pay attention! It’s your turn up at bat.”
Grant: “I’m going to use my invisible bat.”
Coach: “Grant! You’re the short-stop. You need to get the balls that are hit to you.”
Grant: “I got the invisible ball instead.”
ugh. Many, many, many examples of this. (Invisible toothbrush really bugged me…) Enough already.
Just a while ago, Grant was in the living room and I heard a smacking sound and a sharp cry of pain. What happened!?!?
“I was spinning with an invisible peach and I hit my foot and elbow on this table. Waaahhh!”
An invisible peach?
I am glad he has a good imagination.
I am glad he can entertain himself.
Am I a bad mom if I am ready to make visits to the invisible world a punishable offense?