Drama in Kmart

Not the kind of drama you're thinking about. No tantrums, no fits.

No, we acted out a very detailed story Silas created this morning. First he 'read' me our library book about an alligator under the bed. Then he told me his plan while I fed Rosie. He was ready to go find some alligators. To be specific, he wanted to go find two or maybe three alligators who were friends, and were nice, and not mean, and who were in the water somewhere and wanted to come home with us. They could be green or brown, or maybe white. There was a dumptruck in there somewhere too, something to do with delivering the alligators, maybe?

So as soon as Mom had her shower we went outside and he looked in the pool, under the cars, under the dumpsters, in the bicycle racks, but no alligators. Then we had to take Daddy to work. After that we headed to Kmart. We saw a trash truck and he was pretty sure there might be an alligator in there, but it was probably a mean one.

So inside Kmart I steered us toward the stuffed animals. I felt, after 2 hours of this story, that a dramatic exorcism was needed. And (blessings on the Kmart toy section) stuffed in the back of the Cuddles box were two green, friendly, nice, and not mean, alligators. So we took them on a walk while we got all our stuff. We introduced them to some plastic frogs in the yard section. (This was to cement the fact that the store was their home, as their friends were here). Then Silas said it was time to find a dump truck. So we wandered back to the toy section and found a big yellow dump truck. The alligators were safely stowed on top of the dump truck (which would take them home), and we said goodbye.

The end.

And mom breathed a big sigh of relief as we laid the alligator story to rest.