The Boy and I were hanging out one day when he suddenly asked me, "what is imagination?"
I pondered for a moment and replied, "it's being able to think of things that aren't real. Like I can imagine you growing wings and flying around the room."
The Boy nodded. "I'm imagining I'm watching Bob the Builder," he said.
I sighed, regretting the day I ever turned on a TV in his presence. "Can you imagine anything else? Something not Bob related?"
He thought for a moment, then responded, "I'm imagining I'm watching Olivia," which is a cartoon he only recently started to obsess over.
"Can you imagine anything not on TV?" I asked hopefully.
This was a toughie, but he finally had an answer. "I'm imagining I'm reading a Bob the Builder book!" he announced triumphantly.