Demon Baby is very smart. He speaks in very long, complex sentences, and uses all the little oddities of adults speech:
"Well, generally, I feel that . . . "
"Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of . . ."
"I could possibly see . . . "
Not kidding. So we KNOW he's really smart. And we know, as a criminal mastermind, he is very clever. But all of a sudden, this imagination has emerged.
There are dragons everywhere. Monsters around every corner. Magic, flying things, secret sea creatures in the bathtub, and imaginary friends.
And with this? Has all of a sudden come some fears. I sent him into the family room yesterday while I made him lunch. The family room is connected to the kitchen, but it is dim in there until the afternoon.
"I can't go in there."
Then, I asked him to give a treat to the littlest of our dogs--a teeny thing about the size of a Jack Russell.
"I can't do that."
"That dog has scary teeth and she may swallow my arm."
Because he has raced through life unafraid of anything, this is new . . . but I also watch it developmentally. I see it with the emergence of the fantasy imagination--which he has an abundance of. His games and play time are so elaborate. I told him he just may end up a writer.