She has just been making her baby brother laugh so hard (by startling him over and over with a peg doll ghost) that cereal and prunes were spitting out of his mouth. But now she is all seriousness.
"Mom? Can we make a little submarine for each of us?"
I ask what we would do with them, trying to ascertain what level of engineering she has in mind.
"We'd go underwater in them!" She's a bit exasperated, "and there should be a bed for each of us and a crib for Bayboh. And they should transform into other kinds of vehicles and stuff."
My eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but then I recover myself and say that's a very interesting idea, but I don't know anything about building submarines.
"I don't know about building submarines, either," she confides, "but I know how we can do the transforming thing."
I can only say, "Oh?"
"We should have little hiding places inside the submarine that have the pieces of the other vehicles in them and then you pull them out to transform."
"And, well, I was thinking, Daddy has tools."
The sun is back and the evenings stretch so long. She was showing me her rock collection before bedtime.
Mr. P is still building with Lego nearly all the time. I'm particularly enamored of this remarkably asymmetrical iPod holder (he's been pretty focused on symmetry for a while). The perfect combination of his two most passionate loves, audiobooks and Lego!