whopper

as we sat eating breakfast today, jack told me about something that had happened yesterday. here is a recreated excerpt of our morning chat (appropos of nothing):

jack: i fall down -- down the stairs
mommy: really? you fell down? when? yesterday?
jack: yes. fall down, upstairs sleeping go night night.
mommy: you fell down the stairs when you were going up for a nap? was 'xana there?
jack: yes.
mommy: and did she pick you up when you fell down the stairs?
jack: no.
mommy: did you cry?
jack: yes. cry.
mommy: did she give you a hug?
jack: yes. hug.

in amidst this unfolding "drama," floyd walks by ...

jack: floyd fall down stairs. make fall down.
mommy: floyd made you fall down the stairs?
jack: yes. floyd make fall down.
mommy: did he trip you? and you both fell down the stairs?
jack: yes.
mommy: oh, i see. and you cried but 'xana gave you a hug.
jack: 'xana hug floyd.
mommy: but 'xana hugged you too, right?
jack: hug floyd. hug jack.
mommy: so 'xana hugged floyd and then she hugged you.
jack: yeah.
mommy: well, that must have made you feel better.
jack: oh yeah!

by the way, that last "oh yeah" is said with gusto ... much like the anthropomorphized kool aid pitcher as he busts through the wall ...

well ... that clears that up. looks like we've started the "imaginitve play" phase ... either that or, as 'xana calls it, the "pinocchio nose-growing phase."