Colinism

On the way back from our downtown appointment with the eye surgeon, it was terribly hot in the car, so I rolled the windows down for a little relief. The wind caused so much noise that it was impossible for Colin and I to chat, or even listen to the radio. So I drove in silence, lost in my own thoughts. In the back, I caught snippets of Colin's little game. He had a tiny figure from a Kinder Egg Surprise, and filled an entire hour with his imagination. I caught pieces about space ships and pirate ships and rescue missions and adventures and instructions from the captain and countdowns to explosions. In the rearview mirror I could see Colin moving the little figure all over, flying overhead and climbing up the carseat, scaling the window and hanging from the roof handle. As I watched, I caught glimpses of James and his own imagination, and had the feeling that if I could go back in time I would have been able to capture the exact same moment in James' life as a 5 year old. When I recounted Colin's adventures to James, he told me that that spark of adventure never really leaves a guy, he just doesn't share it out in the open once he grows up. I love learning about this amazingly new world of boys.