My little boy is a scientific-romantic, if there is such a term!
I always try to weave a net of magic and mysticism around him, but he breaks free with logic and reason. And obviously he is not into fairy tales and stuff. (How can there be a castle up in the sky, wouldn't earth pull it down with gravity?). Off late I tell him stories about heavy machinery - bull-dozers, diggers and cranes and Cars 2 characters. Its a big relief that his imagination permits talking cars and friendly construction machinery.
The romantic in me springs out sometimes to tell him how much I love him ( you see how many buds are there in that tree, that's how much I love you!) and how I can soothe away his fears and tears. He smiles to that of course, even the little Einsteins need to be held when the cry.
The other day at bedtime I told him that I love him up to sky and stars.
"I love you up to Pluto" came the reply . :-)
Of course then her did tell me that Pluto is no longer a planet.
I always try to weave a net of magic and mysticism around him, but he breaks free with logic and reason. And obviously he is not into fairy tales and stuff. (How can there be a castle up in the sky, wouldn't earth pull it down with gravity?). Off late I tell him stories about heavy machinery - bull-dozers, diggers and cranes and Cars 2 characters. Its a big relief that his imagination permits talking cars and friendly construction machinery.
The romantic in me springs out sometimes to tell him how much I love him ( you see how many buds are there in that tree, that's how much I love you!) and how I can soothe away his fears and tears. He smiles to that of course, even the little Einsteins need to be held when the cry.
The other day at bedtime I told him that I love him up to sky and stars.
"I love you up to Pluto" came the reply . :-)
Of course then her did tell me that Pluto is no longer a planet.
