7-year-old got artistic over dinner. The result: Portrait in Leftover Macaroni.

Good thing he doesn’t like spaghetti sauce, I guess.

I got some help putting away groceries one day awhile back. Found this next time I opened the freezer.

Then, a week or so later, I found this in the fridge:

The apples made some yummy muffins. Not sure what to do with the ice cream.

I’m not sure if my son doesn’t quite get the line between fantasy and reality, or if he just doesn’t want to get it.  He is always half-expecting amazing things to happen.  What’s more, he’s ready for the adventure.

The other day, he told me, “I read in a book that if you step in the same sidewalk square five times, you fall down into the underground.”

Me: “That’s not true, honey.”

Son: “I know. I tried.”