A little imagination... and, by a little, I mean a lot

This is a cake.  Finn's creation:

 

When I wasn't sure how this all fit into my concept of a cake, he patiently explained that the "helicopter plane" was the cake, the railroad crossing was the candle, and the other two items remain unclear but "The Diggingest Dog" and that blue pot lid MUST be included.  I tried to put another book there before and he said, "No, NO.  Diggingest Dog, Diggingest Dog!"

"Ooooh, that looks tasty.  Can I have a bite of your cake please?"

"No--Teddy's."  And he very tenderly brings his teddy bear to the cake and plunges its face into the helicopter. 

With a smile, "Here you go Teddy."

 

 

He loves Woody from Toy Story.  I'm convinced all two year olds do.  Finn noticed some similarities between Woody and Pinocchio.  He noticed they both have long noses and are puppet-like.  He likes to clomp Woody across the hardwood floor and sing "There are no strings on me!" 

He loves pretend play and thinks it's hilarious to substitute things like his hairbrush and toy maracas for a hot dog and ice cream cones.  He'll implement story lines from his books or movies into our discussions and it blows my mind.  He has an excellent memory and recall for details.  Sometimes I'll take a moment because I'm taken aback by it and then I usually have to smother him in kisses.  Buuut I think he kinda likes it.

And last night when I was putting him to bed his eyes were twinkling and his face was lit up with love and light.  He said "Night, night mama.  Sweet dreams."  I can't put into words how that feels.  It just makes my heart soar with pride and joy.  I'm not sure I ever want him to grow up.  I hope he keeps a Peter Pan spirit always...