Hayes is starting to show his imagination. It started about August when he bit a peice of cheese into roughly the shape of a bus — or the equivelent for a 18 months 0ld — and announced, much to our surpise, that it was a bus. He proceeded to make car noises and drive it around the table.

His newest imagination created playmate was a robot. It was the first time I had ever heard him say “robot.” This time it was a peice of asparagus. At dinner, he picked it up — he had never had it before — called it a bean, taste tested it and put it back down. He then grabbed it by the mid point, so that it fell around his fingers to roughly resemble legs, held it do that each end was touching the table and exclaimed, “robot, dance!”

He then flopped the asparagus robot about the table humming a tune.

This is awesome. I really didn’t expect much in the way of an imagination from a 21 month old. But, never-the-less, here it is. And, better still, it’s another thing we have in common.