In my street

Both Babess and Fainjin have an apparent fantasy-world, which they refer to as “my street”.  In their streets they claim to have all sorts of things.  Fainjin has an airport in his street, and lots of airport fire-engines which he can drive all by himself.  And there is lots of Lego in his street.

Babess has lots of houses in her street, and I think there are babies in all of them. In her street she is the biggest and she can do anything.

Whenever they see something they like, or think of something they wish would happen, they say, “I have that in my street!”  I have no idea where this “street” concept came from, but they both enjoy it very much and talk about it often.

Last night we were out very late and as we went back to the car, we could see a large Norfolk pine all lit up with coloured lights for Christmas.  Babess, half-asleep on my shoulder, was excited to see such a beautiful Christmas tree.  She told me, “In my street, I have a Mummy and she takes me to see beautiful trees like that one, she takes me right up to see it!”

She wasn’t asking me to take her right up to the tree, she was happy enough that it happens in her street.  It was a little disconcerting to think she has different parents there though!

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One Response to “In my street”

  1. Karen G Says:

    Hi, so ‘She told me, “In my street, I have a Mummy and she takes me to see beautiful trees like that one, she takes me right up to see it!”

    I think she means, she has YOU. Because you did take her to see the tree.

    Also, I have no experience with early child education so… I might be wrong. I think I’m right.

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