Last weekend, as Tyoma fought off the latest mini-virus, we went for a little road trip.
I sat in the backseat with T scribbling in an old photography text-book with his markers. I celebrated T’s new nickname and alphabet obsessions. Tyomies was quite happy to see that I wrote about him and chewed on his pen with renewed vigour.
As we drove to a remote playground he drew elaborate imaginary alphabets and chatted about the language he was creating. I feel such a joyful connection to him. I loved similar activities as a kid.
I can hardly wait until he starts to draw maps of imaginary worlds. At seven, I could spend hours devising complex solar systems and alien civilizations. Viva Star Trek!