The Mind of Max

(An excerpt from what I call "the mind of Max." Sometimes I'll watch him in deep thought and when he finally says what he's thinking - in three year old language - I feel like I could just go back and narrate what his mind was working on. This little moment was actually during the first part of September.)

It first came to me as I was looking out the window of my car. It was still warm. No, hot. I had just enjoyed a trip to the big local pool when it arrived. The thought. No, the idea. No, the need. Of what I knew I would be for halloween.

We hadn't even talked about it yet. But, I knew it was coming. I had seen photos of years before, and I remembered that as the heat began to turn cool, it was my opportunity to become something else. To be something different.

Wait, I like being Max. I don't want to be different. My neighbors might wonder where I went, or worse, think I had actually turned into it.

A dinosaur.

"Mom, I'm going to be a dinosaur for halloween. A green one. With claws and sharp teeth. With a head that will come off. That way my neighbors will still know that it's me, Max."

Nothing else will come close to this. I know that for my third year of life, nothing will be better than a dinosaur.

I'd better start practicing my roar.