One day, Choo-choo and I spent the whole afternoon pretending to be explorers. We “hiked” through the woods, we journeyed around a lake, and we went on safari in the jungle. We spotted different animals along the way.
While by the lake, we saw a bird. (We are known bird watchers, you know.) I asked Choo-choo what the bird looked like. He started naming color after color after color. From its wings to its head to its body, the bird was more colorful than a rainbow.
Soon, it was time for Choo-choo’s nap. He began throwing a big fit until I told him the bird flew upstairs and that we should follow it. “It’s up the mountain,” I said, referring to the stairs. “Let’s go find it!”
His eyes lit up, as did his face. “Yeah!”
So, we climbed the mountain up to the “cabin,” aka his bedroom, where we found the bird on the chair. It took a nap with him and has been his friend ever since. He wants it to sit with us as we read Choo-choo’s bedtime stories and rock. It may be invisible to me and everyone else, but this wild, tropical bird is very dear to my son.