As we were leaving (five year old) E’s school building yesterday, she surprised me by yelling “I’m a magnet; I have to stay with things that are metal!” She then ran to the nearest pole, hugged it tightly, and announced it would be impossible for her to let go.
Trying to think quickly, I announced, “If you’re a magnet, then I’m the biggest piece of metal in the whole world. Come give me a great big hug!” E then leaped off the pole, ran across the sidewalk and let me swoop her up in the biggest bear hug I could give her.
It’s like The Runaway Bunny, science edition.
(I mean, can’t you just hear it: “If you become a magnet and attach to randomly placed metal objects”, said the mother, “I will become a giant metal mama and you’ll be drawn in to hug me”.)
P.S. Please tell me you’ve read this book, or – alternatively – are at least willing to click here so you’ll understand what I’m talking about…
P.P.S. This imaginary insertion into a kiddie-lit classic is absolutely dedicated to you, E. Your mama loves you, your amazing imagination, and your wonderful hugs.