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Rich imagination
Children return from a walk, and with them the flood bursts into the apartment. It is dripping with wet mittens, melting snow on boots, flows from noses, who has forgotten to use napkins. But the main thing is that the fountain of the Levin impressions is urgently hit.
He played with two boys and three girls!
With two boys and three girls, ”Sasha corrects frowning.
Yeah! The snow was delicious ...
What are you, lion, there is no snow, he is terrible - this is already alarmed by mom.
No, delicious! I saw the woodpecker. The woodpecker gave a bump! - The bump is extracted from the air and demonstrated to everyone.
Great bump! True, the woodpecker threw it?
Yes, I gave it!
The older brother does not stand up and begins to fight for the truth:
What are you lying? You yourself found a bump.
Give me, presented! The woodpecker gave it!
Mom, he is lying. There was no woodpecker.
Probably not lying, but invents? Yes?
He always invents!
Leo whimper, mourning a beautiful fiction. Sasha is angry that the truth is not dear to anyone. So they are different, my sons.
Alexander generally has a reporter type of thinking. The numbers and facts are important to him, he writes the essays on real events well, collects designers strictly according to drawings and does not know how to lie in folding (fortunately).
There are many games aimed at developing the imagination. Invent new ways to use household items, look at clouds, draw non -existent animals, compose fairy tales in chorus. Sasha loved and loves such games, but he never tries to pass his fantasies for reality, and he directly calls fairy tales. Realist.
But the lion of those children to whom Carlsons fly to. After spending an hour in a children's room with toys, he can come and tell with details how he just flew on an airplane, bathed in the sea, played and talked with someone from fairy-tale characters.
The lion treats reality as the same Munchausen. At any time of the day, the night can declare the night (it's time to hide in the house and light a flashlight), at any time of the year - summer (“I lie in the sun and look at the sun!”).
Mom, don't go, there is wet, water! - Suddenly the child does not let me into the hallway.
How is water? Flood? Pour?
We are on coohablik!
Yes? Then you need to urgently build a boat in order to swim in the kitchen for cookies.
And the sea froze, let's go on foot!
Well, how to keep track of these metamorphoses?
The lion himself also changes every minute. Then he is a frog, otherwise suddenly a steam locomotive. Or suddenly he will freeze in the corner and does not move.
Levush, what's wrong with you? Everything is fine?
TSSS! I am a church!
And for sure, after a couple of moments it comes:
- BAM! BAM! BAM!
I really like to watch Lev treats toys. Here the car rides, turns over and turns into a boat. A little manipulations - and the car is decorated with plasticine mustache:
Are these antennas?
No, this is a beetle! Oh, this is a mouse! - It is already clear that the mouse. Because the mustache was transformed into the ears and tail.
From the constructor, the child builds this way: for some time looks at the details, thoughtfully mixing them with his fingers. Then he suddenly stops contemplation and builds the design for several movements:
- Look, a starship!
If, when trying to build a twin brother, the details for some reason do not converge, the concept is changing instantly. The lion allows the details to lie as it is convenient. He looks around a new option and instead of a star ship, it completes, for example, a robot.
But its own violent fantasy does not always bring the child joy. In the folds of the curtains, in the game of light and shadow, the lion easily sees unknown creatures and is frightened - in contrast, by the way, from the older brother, who is absolutely not known to nightly fears.
Yes, and we were repeatedly scared by lion's fiction. How, tell me, react to such a statement:
Dr. Aibolit gave Leva a pill. Hurray, I got better!
Stop! Lev, you ate pills?!
Yeah?
Which?
Yellow.
Many?
Two, three, four, eight! - At the same time, six fingers are shown.
To put it mildly, I am scared. The child swallowed unknown medicines in unknown quantities. I am preparing to call an ambulance with one hand, I check the contents of the first -aid kit with the other. A first -aid kit is stored, of course, on the very upper shelf, but you never know what new heights managed to conquer the baby. At first glance, everything is in place. I search the rooms - no bubbles and packages are lying around.
Leo, do you still have pills?
Yes.
Show me.
The child proudly demonstrates the rollers of yellow plasticine, neatly wrapped in a piece of paper.
You ate these pills?
Yes.
What a relief! It remains to find out how tightly the left had had breakfast with plasticine.
How did you eat them, show me.
Nyam -yum, ”the child demonstrates a parody of writing, not really trying to chew plasticine at all.
Ponaroshka?
Yeah, Ponaroshka.
Fu, how you scared me. The heart was sick.
Mommy, eat a tablet!
To be continued...
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