What do they dream? Probably two wildly different things
Big Guy likes the movies well enough, but he's not the one who's running to the mailbox every day to see if the next one has arrived. Instead it's Boot, the same kid who to this day insists that "Sorcerer's Apprentice" is a very short movie because he fell asleep in the theater shortly after it started and didn't wake up until the credits were rolling.
I never have to wait for the next Harry Potter to arrive, because I'm living with him now. Boots tells me he's can't wait to go to Hogwarts when he's old enough, though he'll miss me. He assured me last night that he could understand a visiting toddler perfectly because he's a wizard and can translate perfectly. That's too bad - I was hoping he'd be fluent in parseltongue so he could ward off any snakes we might run into.
Sure, there are skeptics. "If you're a wizard, why can't you work magic?" a friend of Big Guy's asked.
"I can, but I can't find my wand right now. It's hard when it's invisible," Boots replied, not missing a beat.
Big Guy, on the other hand, pooh-poohs his brother's fantasy worlds, no matter whether Boots is visiting the Island of Sodor, evading trouters in the Mushroom Kingdom or exploring Hogwarts. I used to think that meant that Big Guy had no imagination, which has been the knock against me for years. I can turn someone else's experiences into a compelling story, but to create those experiences out of thin air and produce a work of fiction? That's never worked.
I was surprised when I looked up the word "imagination" recently, though, to find out that there's room for Big Guy in one of its definitions: "The ability to think of clever and original ideas, possibilities or solutions."
It's not the traditional definition, for sure: "The act or power of forming a mental image of something not present to the senses or never before wholly perceived in reality." But it's a definition that fits the way Big Guy thinks and dreams.
Solutions: He was no where close to being the best player on his basketball team but that didn't stop him from holding the ball just past midcourt and directing the others into position as if someone had appointed him point guard.
Ideas: "Yes, Mommy, I ate the apple. I took the cord outside to the food garbage, though, so it wouldn't stink up the house." Later, when I checked and saw neither a cord nor a core, he added, "It must have rotted already."
Possibilities: "When I grow up I'm going to invent a robot that can go to school for me then teach me i three minutes everything the teacher says."
I'm hoping Boots gets a scholarship to Hogwarts. I have a feeling tuition to MIT is going to be quite expensive eleven years from now.
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