George

If you aren't familiar w/ our monster George, please see previous blogs.

Today on the way home my mother-in-law and I could hear this conversation going on in the back seat. Dominic was trying to convince George to come into the car and put his clothes on. He was flying outside the car naked (or in Dominic's words "nakey bum"). Dominic told him to put on his shoes, then his pants. I guess he didn't want to put on his shirt so they had an argument and Dominic threw his shirt out the window. Then Dominic told him to go get our red car so he could follow us home. I told him that Daddy was driving the red car and Dominic said George needed to borrow it so he could drive home and be with us where he belonged. Then Daddy could drive it later.

We had been to Walmart earlier to pick up a few things and his Grammy had gotten him a teddy bear. Dominic has no imagination when it comes to naming things. Everything is Tolkien (our cat) right now. So Grammy had to help him name the bear.

Yet this child can clearly picture a monster that is red, flies (sometimes naked), talks to him and can drive red cars. Go figure!

George again

Last night after putting Dominic to bed I heard a frantic cry. I rushed in there and he informed me that George (see previous blog) was stuck inside his water bottle and he (Dominic) was afraid to get a drink. "I'm thirsty Mom. Can you make him come out?" So I dutifully opened the top and told George to get out and go to bed like a good little monster. Dominic was happy and was able to drink his water. Where in the world did this child get his imagination?

George

Dominic is a bit fearful of dark rooms and has been telling us for some time that there is a monster in the room. He'll take one of us in there and roar to "scare" the monster back into hiding. We learn new things about our monster every day. A couple of weeks ago we learned that he's completely red, including his eyes. He's about 3 feet tall. And his name is George. A couple of nights ago I had put Dominic to bed with his night light on. And I hear this little voice over the monitor.

"Go away!" Silence for a few minutes.

"ROOOOAAAAR!"

"George, go back over there."

Then all was silent and he eventually went to sleep.

Tonight he told Jon that George was hungry and I guess they decided that George wanted some of Tolkie's (the cat) food. Since they were peering into my closet I hope that they don't follow through. I told Jon that I was going to blog about Dominic's imaginary friend. Dominic informed me that George was NOT a friend. He was a monster.