My four-year-old son has developed a new interest: naming things. I don’t know where he comes up with this stuff, but he’s been pulling the most random names out of the air.
I mean, years ago he came up with this imaginary (?) friend (??) named Meemeeout, which was (well, still is) the seam on his comforter.
Since then, he’s named a bridge in Stockton: Mayotoesby
His couple name with his friend Tom: Gertrude McFuzz and Pickles
The eastern span on the Bay Bridge: the Government Bridge
A giant bear given to his sister by her day care provider: Papa Benchie
It’s so cute but weird.
Yeah, you got me, this is just a post to show off Papa Benchie. Isn’t he absurd?
Drew called me yesterday right as I was getting home, and I missed the call, but then he called again right after, and it worried me. But when I picked up he just said, “Are you home? Can you come outside? We’re going to be home in like 10 seconds, and I just want you to see how ridiculous this looks.” (See top left picture for visual.)
Four-year-olds, almost-two-year-olds, and abnormally large bears are fun!