“Hey, princess! You coming?”
“Yes, dinosaur! I’m coming!”
“Let’s climb that mountain over there. I’m sure the treasure is hidden under that big rock.”
“Yes, but I have to pick these flowers first. They make everything better..”
They were playing and there were no limits to their imagination. The living room was their canvas and it was both beautiful and brave. Hilarious and adorable. And I got lost in the view their reality was creating before my eyes.
“Oh no, the crocodile is coming! Hurry, before it bites your toes off!”
And just like that the floor was lava and the one year old was a crocodile and the father was a troll and I had to run for my life.3