What goes in, stays in.

A few days ago, my son came to the conclusion that anything that goes into his mouth, is his. Anything that can fit into his mouth, is also his, and anything that he thinks can fit into his mouth sometimes in the future will be his soon. I discovered this when I was taking a bottle cap away from him. It wasn't like the cap could hurt him, it most defiantly didn't fit into his mouth, but it simply struck me as something I shouldn't let Elladan get into the habit of chewing on, for when he did grow to be large enough to choke on such things.
Unfortunately, little Elladan had other plans for this bottle cap, and proceeded to bawl, and throw a tantrum, even when I did provide him with another toy. Some how, the joy of sucking on a random bottle cap outweighed the opportunity to play with one of his favorite toys. To me, it is just amazing how little kids and babies can have so much fun with the simplest things. It's not just the toy that comes in the box, but the box itself that can provide hours of amusement for young minds. The innocence that can turn a humble cardboard box into a spaceship or sailboat is amazing.

I remember being a little girl. All I could think of was being in a world where life made sense to me. There was magic everywhere. It didn't solve life's problems, and to be honest, often caused problems. However, it made sense and made me feel safer. Also, humans weren't the only people there. We could be mer, or elves, or shape-shifters. I had a thing for wolves back then. I never felt like a wolf, but since I have always gotten along well with wolves it made sense that, even back then, I understood them well enough to emulate them. I always wanted there to be magic just because it didn't make sense to me that it didn't exist. I am sure if I had known more about elves back then, I would have tried that. I didn't really have much of an independent imagination for people, just ideas.

This makes me wonder how my Elladan will be like, and what he will dream of as he grows. Will he dream of elves and magic, or or will he dream of technology and the future. Part of me hopes he dreams of both, because then he will have the best of both worlds. The cardboard boxes of castles and sailboats, and the computers that can be used to navigate the oceans and talk to the mer. Then the problem won't be claiming things by chewing on them, but I suppose I will cross those bridges and encounter those arguments in good time.

Blessed be all, and see you all about later.
Shilo