After Grace was born, I worried that she wouldn’t have much of an imagination. I am not an imaginative or creative person by any means and I feared that I wouldn’t be able to help her find her creative instincts. I have been dumbfounded by the imagination that my child has.
Anyone that is around her much knows that if you call her Grace, her typical response is “I am NOT Grace, I am Orange Kitty!” (Black Kitty, Little Kitty, Little Kitten, High Maintenance, Cinderella). When other little children ask her name, she actually gives one from this list. We have let her run with it, but we do continue to call her Grace and just ask that she be polite when refusing to go by her given name. We will see what beginning preschool does for this.
Grace also gives names to her most frequently eaten foods. They are generally named after cats (ours or the neighbors).
Peanut butter and honey= Bob and May
Peanut butter only= May May (because she is grouchy, Bob adds the sweet)
Peanut butter and jelly= Sam and Pearl
Tuna Fish= Toby and Casper
Yogurt= scones (ok, no explanation for that one)
My parents and Danny’s mom and step dad are named after their dogs. My parents have a dog named Annie, therefore they are Grandma and Grandpa Annie. Danny’s mom and step dad have Ruby, ahhh Grandma and Grandpa Ruby:)
And, to top it all off Grace has some imaginary friends. She used to carry around a block or a lego and call it a kitty or Bobcat (our cat). Now she has actual imaginary friends named Jill and Marie. Jill is a boy. Sometimes they are grownups that are married and they have a baby named Agoula. Sometimes they are babies. Sometimes her imaginary friends pretend to be Zoula and Loula. They have friends named Phil, Tsil, Bill, and Lil. Jill and Marie happen to live on North Gordon Street which in Grace World is the street right behind our house. They moved there after she realized how far away their former home of Idaho was. Luckily the house is empty so no one thinks it odd when we walk by and she gets excited and waves…Well at least no one at THAT house.
Grace just informed me that when Marie (the imaginary friend) goes to preschool that her teachers would probably call her “Marie” but that Marie was going to tell them “No, I am Little Kitty.”