Active Imaginations

There is nothing I love more than coming home and seeing my son dressed up in his cowboy clothes and sheriff's badge swinging around a lasso and explaining to me his discussion with grandpa about when he was a cowboy and telling me about the cowboy books he picked up at the library. Also, seeing my daughter in her booster seat bonding with her baby dolls that she placed in the highchair. And of course, though it doesn't really have anything to do with having an imagination, I love having my baby girl crawl toward me in anticipation of getting picked up by Daddy and carried around for a few minutes. Maybe it does have something to do with imagination, because I imagine that I am her favorite parent. But that only lasts until she sees her mother.