Vincent is still telling his Syllabo stories, but they’ve taken on a darker cast: expanding the family even further — “Syllabo has another mother and father, and two sisters…” — he stopped short…”but actually she only has one sister now. The other one died.” Oh. Let’s not explore that.
He fiercely resisted bedtime the other night. Fiercely. Extravagantly. “I can’t go to bed yet, I need a bath! I really need a bath! I’m dirty! I have mushrooms growing between my toes!”
When he and my husband returned from a long walk yesterday, Vincent announced excitedly, “Mommy, we saw Daddy’s father! We did, we saw him! Only he’s little right now.” Come again? Oh. He met a little boy with the same name as his late grandfather. Same name ≠ same person.
Late-breaking addition: “Vincent, please stop jumping and settle down!” “But I can’t! I’m out of control! My heart’s telling me so!”