The other day in the car Bradley asked me if I could turn him into a dog.
“Why do you want to be a dog?” I asked him.
He thought about it. “I just want to, Mom.” he said in his most mature six-year-old voice. But of course, who doesn’t want to be a dog, right? Even though when I think about it, I would be a cat so I could sleep all day.
“What kind of dog do you want to be?” I asked.
This time he didn’t hesitate, “A Boston Terrier.” Of course, I thought, just like Murphy, our dog. “Can you do it?” he asked.
“I’m driving right now. Maybe when we get home. But I will have to rest just a little bit first, I’m really tired and my magic might not work right unless I rest,” I explained.
This seemed to settle it for a while. As I turned down our street I started wondering if he wasn’t getting too old for this game, he is going to be seven next month. But I brushed that thought away quickly, you’re never too old to use your imagination and play. I’m going to be 36 next month and it’s still one of my favorite games.
When Bradley was four years old he had all kinds of super powers every day. He had super powered lasers, magic shields, and just about any kind of magic you could think of…unless his older brother, Cedrik (10 at the time), took it away. He would go up to Bradley and act like he was taking something, “I’ve got your powers,” he would tease Bradley. Bradley would cry and yell, “MOM! Cedrik took my super powers away!” clearly very upset about it. It was funny the first fifty times, but after that I found myself saying out of frustration, “Cedrik, quit taking away your brother’s super powers!” Finally I smartened up and gave Bradley a super shield so his brother couldn’t take his powers. “Ha, ha!” Bradley would say, “Mom gave me a super shield and you can’t take my powers anymore.” Man, that was a fun summer. I can’t help but chuckle at the memory.
Bradley didn’t forget about wanting to be turned into a dog. As I was laying on the couch, piled high with kids and dogs, he asks me, “Mom, can you turn me into a dog now?”
“Okay. I think I’m ready. Abracadabra…Alacazam,” I said, waving my arms around him, “I now turn you into a dog!”
And it worked. I patted his head and scratched behind his ears. “What sweet dog you are,” I cooed. Then he started barking. “If you keep barking I’m going to send you outside.” I warned my new and very cute dog.
Brad rolled his eyes and sighed, I guess he doesn’t have that great of an imagination. He said something about us being too noisy and he was all grouchy. I should turn him into a toad, I thought, entertaining myself with the idea.
I took the kids and my new dog outside. I started calling him Rock and he played fetch really well. Occasionally he even walked on two legs. Amazing the tricks that dog could do!