This is one of my favorite recent pictures of my younger son, Joshua. He is a combination of philosopher and construction worker. He loves dirt, trucks, turning the hose on without my knowledge, and talking about his imaginary monster friend, Harry. Harry does all kinds of things he’s not supposed to, such as sneaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night to get bananas, which he then takes back into Josh’s bedroom and eats, leaving the peels under Josh’s bed. Harry is also bad about getting into other people’s Easter candy–something Josh would never do. And then there are the times Josh has to come into my bed during thunderstorms because Harry is taking up too much room in Josh’s bed.
Josh is also reflective. Speaking of nocturnal tendencies, he recently had this conversation with himself as I was lying down with him for a few minutes at bedtime:
“Good night, brain. And, brain, if you want to get up in the night to eat something, don’t sneak, brain. Ask Dad.”
