...and cornstalks

we love to daydream here in our household.
we dream and talk amongst ourselves
our daydreams often take our mother/child conversations to a place that i can only describe as preciousness. i daily cherish these little insights as i could never fathom enough time to write them all down.

we dream about getting a sticky kiss from a large hippo.
we dream about eating fresh, juicy blueberries.
we dream about riding on the bumpy bump of a hairy camel.
we dream about having a pet nudibranch (foster somehow finds a nudibranch everytime we look through his ocean book. i am always reading the captions, and guess what...it really is a nudibranch that he pointed to! how on earth does he know that??)

most of all, we dream about our garden.
our soon to be planted, rather large in it's conception, garden.

we plot our little plan.
we sketch pictures of carrots, and green peppers, and cherry tomatoes and strawberries, and sometimes the occasional chocolate chip cookie tree slips into our masterpeice :)
but recently, foster has become obsessed with cornstalks.
a wording that i used maybe once to describe tall stalks of corn...but he picked up on it right away.

everything became a cornstalk.
the long beam of my swiffer sweaper: cornstalk.
a slender peice of string i was attempting to dispose of: cornstalk.
he began to work his new favorite word into our daily conversations that didn't envolve even the slightest reference to corn.

for example:
me: "what should we do today? do you want to do some coloring on your thomas book?"
foster: "i draw cornstalks??!"

me: "look at this fork..."
foster: "...looks like a cornstalk!"

me: "what are you doing?"
foster: "making a cornstalk."

me: what are you looking for?"
foster: "mommy, i lost my cornstalk!"

so now, included in our garden dreams: corn...um, excuse me, cornstalks.