My fae has an imagination that is, at some points, a strange and scary place. I have heard it said that children with autism lack this singular human quality, and I have to say that in our experience, that is total hogwash. Not only does she demonstrate imaginative play, she will insist that we play in whatever world she has created with her. This has the singular disadvantage that while she can see and hear what is going on, we have no idea!
I have often watched in complete bewilderment as toys are moved from the top of her pup tower (see the numerous references to Paw Patrol) to book cases, to the floor and back again. This is accompanied by a continued narrative that makes no sense in her own language apart from the occasional outburst of “No Mummy!” when I get things wrong.
I spend hours moving various toys around having no idea what I’m doing and hoping that I’m playing the game correctly, I guess I must be because she keeps making me play it. On one memorable occasion, she tried to make the cat play. The cat being infinitely more sensible than I gave her a look of absolute contempt and sauntered out of the play room with her tail held high in the air.
My husband has it worse, though he did bring it on himself. While I have to shift toys around, he has to continuously lift our daughter in the air while she thrusts one little fist forward proclaiming that she is Superman and that she is needed to rescue a duck in a tree, or a unicorn. This has brought many questions to our minds. Why was a duck in the tree? Why doesn’t it just fly down if it doesn’t want to be in the tree? What’s the problem with the unicorn??
The answer to all these questions seems to be “SUPERMAN TO THE RESCUE!!!!!” to be repeated at progressively louder volume until she is ‘flown’ to wherever she has deemed said duck or unicorn is.
Last night, before she would eat dinner (porridge again) I had to spend some time calming her down from a total meltdown caused by her lack of wings. Blue wings. Apparently she has decided that the only impediment to her ability to achieve self-propelled flight is my failure to procure for her a pair of blue wings. I am an asshole.
Anyone know where you can get blue wings to fit a tall, skinny five year old? Ones that will work
Raising the Modern Fae 