I guess Georgia was about this age when she introduced "Banana Daughter" to us- her first imaginary friend. Banana Daughter is still around, but now there are multiple Banana Daughters, and Banana Daughter babies and Banana Daughter mommies, and Banana Daughter friends and a Banana Daughter house and school- she has been fruitful and multiplied!
Grandpa has stuck around, even though Grandad is back, and Grandpa basically gets to do all the things Lincoln doesn't get to do, or the outrageous things that even a 3-year old wouldn't do. And we get to hear about it all day long...
"My Grandpa's favorite cake is worm cake. He eats worms. And spiders."
"My Grandpa doesn't ever take a nap. He plays all day long."
"My Grandpa gets to eat ice cream even when he didn't eat ANY of his dinner."
"My Grandpa is sleeping on the roof" (Oh- isn't he afraid he'll fall off?) "No, he has sticky shoes. To help him climb up. So he sleeps up there all night long."
"My Grandpa has special pj's. They can turn into a bulldozer, a car, anything."
"My Grandpa has a special golden fan that is Gold. And it has a booby trap in it. My Grandpa's Grandma (Grandpa has people too!) fell into the booby trap and got stuck in some sticky mud. And she's still stuck in there."
As I was giving Lincoln his final goodnight hugs and kisses one night, he had one final thing he HAD to tell me:
"Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy... (this is how most conversations start around here!)
"My Grandpa, in his toolbox, he had a big screwdriver. And he put the screw in the wall and screwed it all the way in, and put the wall up. And he made a big hole in the wall. And in the big hole, there was a worm. And my Grandpa- he ate it ! Yep. He ate the worm. That's what he did, ate that worm."
(He looks at me with that mischievous twinkle in his eye)
"That's what he did, Mommy."
Oh, that Grandpa....