My 2 year son has a friend. I've never seen this friend, nor has my wife. You see, this friend, who my son has named "Bob" seems to be imaginary in nature (at least I hope so...).
We've asked our son about Bob, and at times Bob is a doggy, an adult, a child, a ball, or a pillow. Bob seems to take many shapes and forms throughout the day. However, Bob took on a new form today. Bob became food.
My son has a cooking fetish. He loves to cook. He's already graduated from little toy pots and pans to my old 6 and 14 inch saute pans... and hoo boy, he's got the wrist flick down and everything. So today he was cooking up a storm on the couch (his "kitchen", and don't dare try to sit there when he's cooking). I asked him what he was cooking, and he pointed at his toy food but didn't say anything. Then he scooped out his pan, put the contents into a dish, and put the dish into his toy microwave oven (that thing is great, 4 food settings, light, and working turntable).
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