Opened the Floodgates

Okay, so I tried it. I asked questions about Aina. Something this afternoon reminded Bobby and me of the dogs from our childhood. Bees! That's it. Alice was asking if this was a good day for bees (she's terrified of them, so she's always asking about bee-friendly weather). Both of these dogs from our childhoods ate bees. Alice thought that was pretty funny. Then she told us about when she was a little kid living with Aina.

"We had a dog that liked to eat bees and everything else that isn't good for us."

"Wow! What was the dog's name?"

"Roh-nu. That was Aina's dog. And he ate bees but she took the stingers off. That way he didn't get stinged."

"And then my dog, Ru-noh...," she continued for some time about these dogs and growing up with them. Maybe it's my mucous filled head, but I couldn't keep possibly remember all the details she threw out there on our short trip to the hardware store.

Maybe I'll carry a recorder on me the next time. Mwah ha ha haaaaaaa!

I'm glad, in the end, that her imagination remains intact and it's only me that's grown less story-thusiastic. I can change me :)

Aina Lives On

Alice still talks about Aina. Pretty much every day. The problem is, she uses Aina so casually now that I forget to write it down. Alice asks a question, I answer it, then she tells me Aina's experience with that topic, which is almost always totally opposite of Alice's experience.

For example:

"Mom, why do the signs say 35?"

"Those are the speed limit signs. They tell us how fast we're allowed to drive on this street."

"What happens if you go too fast?"

"Then I'm breaking the law and I could get a ticket."

"Aina went too fast. She got a ticket for going too fast. Are you going too fast?"

"Nope. Just right."

No more of those awesome fantasy worlds filled with detail :( Then again, that's probably because I don't ask for details anymore. There's not one "why?" or "tell me about..." in that whole conversation. I'll ask for more details the next time Aina pops up. I've actually been missing Alice's thought experiments a little. Now I have a theory as to why they've disappeared from our conversations. Woo hoo for blogging!