Catman?

Sometimes I just don’t know about him. When I walk in the room and see him dressed like this? And then he marches outside in the full getup with no embarrassment at all? I’m just chalking it up to a good imagination. Who wants cookie cutter children anyways?

(OK, the creepy jokeresque smile is simply from Kool-Aid, the FIRST time he had it and he was a Kool-Aid junkie, he must have asked me to fill his glass 5 times – I didn’t – but then I caught him sneaking drinks from mine. It is a really disturbing addition to his disguise.)

There are times when his mind seems so grown up.  Like this morning he told me that the clouds were cumulonimbus. And then other times he still needs me so much. This evening we were at a friends watching an outdoor movie. Halfway through he jumped up out of the group of kids, ran up to me and threw his arms around me. Then he said “Sit together with me Mama”. I couldn’t help but feel a bit sentimental cuddling with  my almost 7 year old.  My arms still wrap around him, but his feet were on the ground.