The morning commute in my car is never short of interesting. Especially when it so accurately details the different ways my kids’ brains work.
Theo: Look!!!
Pheobe: *GASP* A garden shed!!!
Theo: No, it’s a hawk! Look!
Pheobe: Yeah…no. I’m pretty sure it’s a garden shed. It’s a little house…in a garden…soooo…it’s a garden shed.
Theo: Pheobe! *angrily* Look up! On the wire! It’s a hawk!
Pheobe: Oh! Yeah, that is definitely NOT a garden shed.
It’s conversations like this that caused my son to look at me the other day and say, “You know mommy, sometimes I don’t really like Pheobe. When I don’t like her I think it would be better to just go sleep outside where it is quite.”
My response, “Theo, honey. A lot of us feel that way, but remember, she lives in Pheobe Land and we are all just visiting.”
Mommy Undressed 
As you know, CJ, when referencing his sister as he learned to talk, called her “La”. And we picked up on that — oftentimes, in a crowd, calling her, simply “La” and then fielding odd looks from passersby.
But the nickname works — because, well, she lives, often, in her own Lalaland. The other night, she was playing with some dolls & CJ tried to figure out what she was doing — only the world she had concocted was far too ornate a world around which CJ could even begin to wrap his mind. He got mad. She continued playing.
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