For those of you that don’t know Imo (pronounced E-Moe. Short for Imogene.), let me tell you, the girl is in her own little world. She has been since the day she was born. She makes the world around her and she likes it that way. Conversations with her tend to go very wrong. It takes a lot of repetition to get anything across to her. (Unless it is about unicorns, faeries, princesses, etc.) Potty training ended up being a battle. So I quit and let her train herself. I figured eventually the princess would see the need to use the potty. And she did. She woke up one day and decided diapers were no longer for her- not even at night.
Imo: Mom!!! What happened to Leo’s leg?! (holding up a Leo from the Little Einsteins figure with a leg that was detached from the base)
Me: His leg is broken. That is what happens when you leave your toys all over the place. People step on them and they break.
Imo: Maybe if we put a Tinkerbell in the floor, we can step on her. And glitter will come out of her. And then we can sprinkle the glitter on us. And then we can fly… and… (walking away)
Me: Imogene! The point is that we don’t leave toys in the floor!
Imo: But with Tinkerbell glitter I can fly! (now yelling from the other room)
How can I argue with that? Reality has nothing to do with it when you are talking to Imo. In her world, broken Leo’s are not the result of her negligence- oh no! Broken Leo’s are pathways to broken Tinkerbells- which will lead to the superhuman ability to fly. *Sigh*