Imagine…

I understand that many children have imaginary friends and that they generally appear between the ages of 3 and 4. I also understand that this is generally not an indication that said child is lonely or in any way mentally disturbed. More often it is a sign that they are simply creative, imaginative children.

But… in doing my research I have yet to discover any information about the workings of a 13 month old Devilboys imagination.

Not that Devilboy has acquired, as far as I am aware, an imaginary friend. I think, for the minute, he is quite content with the real life flesh and blood friends he has.

However, about a week ago my mad little man seems to have found himself himself an imaginary block. That’s right, a block – as in a small piece of wood generally used for stacking on other small pieces of wood to create unsteady structures for the sole purpose of smashing into oblivion. At least it would be a small piece of wood, if it actually existed.

I have observed now on three separate occasions the following, admittedly entertaining, but rather peculiar scenario.

First Devilboy removes all the blocks from his block box by chucking them with wild abandon across the room – completely normal 13 month old behaviour.

But each time he has stopped to look over the blocks he has scattered on the floor with intense concentration before checking back in the empty box. He then reaches into the  box and very definitely picks up a nonexistent object and carefully places it amongst the others on the floor or on top of a one of his crude and primitive constructions (I’m talking three blocks precariously balancing  – I am not claiming Devilboy is an architectural genius here).  

I have watched him as he forgets about it for a few minutes then comes back for it, remembering exactly where he left it… even though it doesn’t exist. Twice he has even passed the imaginary block to me and then taken it back out of my empty hand to put back in the box for safe keeping. It warms my heart that at least Devilboy is showing signs of generosity and is happy to share his lunacy. (Or maybe the block is real and I jcan’t see it becasuse I’m the loon… hmmm )

I’m hoping that this means he is destined to be an easy to please child… as opposed to a low achiever. I mean, if he’s going to go to the trouble of creating an imaginary anything he could have aimed a bit higher than a small lump of wood and gone for something good like a truck (though why I would think he would invent something as normal as that when his favourite toy is the small plastic vulture that came in a box of alphabet zoo animals, and which he won’t leave home without – much to the consternation of strangers who find an angeliclooking baby boy playing with a toy vulture a trifle macabre to say the least.)

I think it a fair assumption that having an imaginary block is a clear indication of early onset insanity but when you consider the gene pool Devilboy emerged from it really isn’t all that unexpected. 😉

 

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3 responses to “Imagine…

  1. very cute! Yes imaginary play does really start to emerge at Raffy’s tender age. Finn never had an imaginary block, which I think is an excellent manifestation, but he delicately pinces imaginary pieces of food and feeds them to me and his animals. He also pinces off imaginary flecks from non-food items and tries to cram them into my mouth. I try to see this as touching ;-).

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