Through the Looking Glass

Sometimes I think that my son effortlessly slips and slides between this world and another, far more magical reality. Today, when I collected him from nursery at lunch, the staff handed me two toy cars (not ours) and said that he had brought them in with him this morning. I questioned Bampa about this (he had dropped the boy off this morn) and he knew nothing of the mystery cars. When questioned about them, my lad said he got them from "church". Everything is "church" at the moment. Ask him "Where did you go today?" He replies "Church". Ask him where he found that biscuit, he replies "church". He also often calls out for a mystery lady called Carol. (He has not seen Where the wild things are). There is no-one who works at nursery called Carol. "Where do you know Carol from" I ask. Silly Question. "Church" - of course! Only, there is no-one called Carol at church. Who knows. It remains a mystery. I would love to venture into his magical imaginative world one day...