I love my son's world. Any world where medieval dragons and '73 Firebird Trans Ams can coexist sounds like a wonderful place to me. The imagination of children is so awesome to observe. In their minds anything is possible. I miss that about being a kid. One of my favorite games as a child was sitting on my parent's bed and pretending it was a giant ship and having to save all the helpless people (my collection of stuffed animals) in the ocean. My sister and I would play for hours on the bed, throwing my grumpy carebear into the sea and having to rescue him from the most dangerous sharks, who sometimes took the shape of my older brother. I remember when I felt too old to play pretend games. That was a sad time for me. I wanted to go to Neverland with the Lost Boys and stay young forever. I would soon learn as you get older the amount of reality that hits you comes with a great sense of stress and obligation. I want to protect Max from that for as long as possible.
So today I sat with him on the floor. I drove the shiny red firebird and he stomped on it with his dragon. It was wonderfully blissful and it's moments like those where I am able to return to Neverland.
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