Let me share a little of my evening with you, as I feel it gives you insight into our normal, everyday lives... the lives of the parents of a nutbar! So we're all downstairs, enjoying a fire in the fireplace, I'm eating a late dinner (Sterling and James have already eaten), and Sterling's sitting with me, watching the news. James is playing upstairs, but every few minutes he asks us if we want to see his orange crabby patty. I'm going to divert briefly and point out that he really enjoys pretending that he's in the food industry.. he likes to set up little stands out of boxes, chairs, whatever is handy, and pretend to sell you Krabby Patties, Ice Cream, or Lemonade! So nothing too out of the ordinary. I decide to humor him, and I say, sure I'll check out his Krabby Patty. Well.. it was a somewhat real patty.. of cheese. Cheese that I thought he'd been snacking on, but in reality, he'd smashed it to his bench in his room, rolled over it with the paint roller (we're painting the bathroom), and THEN, just for good measure, SAT ON IT! He still had little pieces of cheddar stuck to his bum. Off came the pants, I sent him for a spatula, so of course Sterling wanted to know why and accompanied James back upstairs with the spatula to see what all the fuss was about. Cheese got scraped, boy got handed pants, Mommy stalked out of the room, back downstairs.
Naturally, I assumed he would don those pants. That's what happens when you assume... about 5 mins later we heard the Stomps of Frustration, followed by "Mommy, can you help me?". He comes downstairs and peeks his head around the corner, as if hiding his bottom half. When we ask him to step into the room, he does, and what he's been struggling with is that his shirt was stuck, and he had one arm out, the other still in, and no pants. So he popped his head around the corner initially as if to hide that fact, giving no thought to the fact that our front door was open to just the glass storm door, and he was pretty much mooning anyone who walked past. Off came the shirt, and a very naked boy went back upstairs, presumably to put on pjs.
Not so fast! About 20 mins later, I decided it was time for a bath and went upstairs to start it.. I peeked in on him, and he'd been playing for the last 20 mins au natural. What is it with boys and the nude? THEN (seriously, can you believe it keeps going?) he decides he's going to be funny and starts walking around with stuff held in front of his bits, like the christmas tree pillow his honey made years ago (sorry Honey!), saying "look, Mommy, I put on my pajamas!", then it was his pillow from his bed, and basically whatever else he could get his hands on. He's not naughty, per se, but boy is he busy.
Oh yes, also, I had my annual check-up today with the Dr. who delivered James, and she always asks about him. I told him this, and that she was the first person to ever see him! I said, "I told her that you are so smart and just awesome!", and he chimed in, "and, don't forget, I have a good imagination!". Yes, he sure does.
The last one, I kid you not, there are like TWENTY of these! Apparently, while I was chatting with our neighbor, Wendy, James just took a million pictures of this stupid little resin flower that we just stuck in the ground near the garden and occasionally fill with birdseed. I don't know why he's glommed onto this thing, but clearly it's inspired him! 
