The Mans and the MoHogs

One conversation I have a lot with Zion is about where people live, and where they get their food from.  For instance, he is quite convinced that construction workers live at the site where they are working.  And he is confused about where they manage to find food.  Lately he seems to be warming to the concept that people in stores do not in fact LIVE there, but they have their own houses to sleep in and from which they bring their own food to work to eat.  But still the concept lingers, that working people live where they work.

For his birthday, one of the gifts I gave Zion was a ninja costume that is, at this point, actually too big for him.  This afternoon, he was trying on the belt that velcro's around his waist, with a little flap of cloth hanging down from the front.  "Mom," he said excitedly to me, "Mom!! This fits me!!"  He looked down at his waist happily.  "Mom, I look like one of those mans that lives at a restaurant!"  :)  Like a waiter with an apron.  This apparently was a very good thing to him.

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Zion just climbed out of the tub, where he fashioned a "mohawk" for himself by slicking his hair in and up with gel.  "Mom?" he keeps asking me happily, "Mom?  Do I still have my mo-hog??"

A bit ago he informed me that he didn't need his mohog anymore and wondered how he was going to get the jello out of his hair.  :D

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Zion also has lots of questions where he asks if things are "real" - because life contains so many stories and fictions mixed with realities that a barely-five year old can have trouble keeping them all straight.  "Are superheroes real?  Is God real?  Is Santa Claus real?  Is Disney World real?"

Yesterday, he asked me twice "Mom?  Is banana bread real?"

Yes, Virginia.  There IS a banana bread.  Somewhere.  That I would like to very much to eat right now.