One day when our oldest was about 2 years old, he was bored and I had a mound of dishes to wash, so I told him I would tell him a story.
My mom had mailed me some pretty, lavender, rubber gloves to use for washing dishes, so I decided to tell him a story of the lavender gloves–from the gloves’ perspective.
I wove this long, tangled saga of the gloves’ life, how they were bored on the shelf, happy in Mimi’s grocery cart. How they were scared in the dark while traveling in a box to Indiana. How they loved being used in my kitchen. He listened with rapt attention, so cute.
Then he asked, “Was that story true except for the faces?”
I was fascinated. I had not described faces on the gloves, but if they were thinking, talking, scared, smiling, of course they had to have faces. 🙂 I felt like his question let me into his mind–that he had pictured faces. 🙂
Christa Upton Black Hills Picture Books Edgemont, SD 57735
