“Daddy, don’t forget your Bluetooth! Hey, I have a pink tooth at my work.”
“What are you putting on your face, Mommy?”
“It’s powder.”
“Oh, yeah. I have one of those at work. It’s purple with pink dots.”
“I have to go to work today.”
“Really? Before or after nap?”
“After nap, Mommy.”
“And where do you work again?”
“You remember! Quesadilla Pizza Hut!”
“I was at work yesterday, and my chillun wouldn’t obey.”
“Your what?”
“My chillun!”
“Um, you mean your children?”
“Yes!”
“Ohhhh, you mean your students?”
“Yes!”
“So you’re a teacher?”
“Yes! Like Allie!”
“You don’t work at Quesadilla Pizza Hut anymore?”
“Yes, I do! With my chillun!”
“I left my work. I work at a new place now.”
“Why?”
“I went there and it was a MESS. I work at FedEx now, like Daddy. But my FedEx is pink.”
Annalyn is very creative. And imaginative. And dedicated. That girl is so convinced that she has a job that she will not break character. Ever.
Every time she notices a “grown-up” item, from makeup to an iPod to steak knives to a Swiffer wet jet, she announces, “I have one of those at my work.”
And if I dare say, “Now, Annalyn, you don’t really have a job. Did you really go to work yesterday?” she is indignant! How dare I question her? Of course she goes to work!
It cracks me up. And worries me a little. But mostly it cracks me up.
I’m glad she has a vivid imagination, and this is certainly not the only way she’s revealed her performer tendencies. And, if we have to include an imaginary world in our real one, I’m kind of glad it’s a part-time job and not a person.
Then again, it’s probably only a matter of time before she introduces me to her make-believe manager and co-workers. They work at Pink FedEx, you know.
Did you have an imaginary friend (or job) as a child? Do your children have vivid imaginations?
Libbie tells me quite often she has to go check her email. Should that worry me? ;)
She also occasionally “goes to work” where, according to her, she “teachers school.”
Awww, that’s cute! Teacher-ing school!
that’s what i enjoyed the most about having her over…. her TALKING! that girl is such a nut, but so so cute! she didn’t talk about her work here, but did mention her children several times!
Haha! She IS a nut!
I had an imaginary friend named Cindy. Apparently, I “inherited” her from my brother who had Cindy and Bobby…he apparently got them from the Brady Bunch. My Cindy, however, didn’t look like Cindy Brady.
Annalyn saying she has this or that at work reminds me that when I was a kid, my dad had a “drawer”. If we said we had something or wanted something, my dad would often say he had that in his “drawer”. Upon further questioning, sometimes he had two or three of those item in his drawer. It was a big drawer. We loved to discuss what was in it and what we would “put” into it.
Your Cindy has quite the complicated back story. :)
Oh my goodness, she’s hilarious! I love her work ethic! And yes…Ethan has a VERY vivid imagination. :0 He wants to be a wreaking ball operator when he grows up. And his wife will stay at home with his two sons. I do believe (after seeing his destructive abilities) he will be a successful wreaking ball operator.
You know, I hadn’t thought about her work ethic. You’re right – what a good little worker! ;) I’ve met a few little boys who would make great wrecking ball operators – or wrecking balls themselves! Seems like a natural fit! :)
My children are constantly talking on their phones, texting their friends or typing on their computers. Sometimes it makes me feel a little guilty, like I’m setting a bad example. Then I remember that I did the exact same thing as a child — except my “pumcooter” was the waffle iron. At that point we didn’t have cell phones or computers in our house, so I am relieving myself of any blame for my children’s obsession with technology. ! :)
Annalyn “texts” and works on her (fake) computer, too! It’s so funny! (And yes, a tiny bit guilt-inducing, but you’re right – they didn’t HAVE this technology when we were kids!)
I must admit, I kind of like the idea of a pink Fed-Ex! My daughter had an imaginary friend named Christina. We had to set a place at the table for her and I was always in trouble for bumping in to her or some such thing. Then one day, as we were driving through my mother’s neighborhood, my daughter insisted that her dad stop the car immediately. She opened the door and said “That’s where Christina lives.” Apparently Christina got out of the car and went home. We never “saw” her again.
Thanks for visiting on my SITS day. Come back any time. You’re always welcome at my place.
How funny that Christina went home and just disappeared!
I had an imaginary friend when I was a kid and her name was Lucy. Oh, and did I mention that she was a hedgehog? Surely my parents must have worried about me!! One day I made my Dad tie Lucy’s hood while we were outside playing. When he recounted the story to my Mom later that evening, she responded, “You think that’s bad, I had to make her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch!”
Lucy the hedgehog? I love it!!