Friday, April 8, 2011

Fredford

Fredford is a purple dragon. He spits blue and green fire. He has an unnamed little sister, who is a tiny red dragon. Fredford lives comfortably on the Southeast rooftop corner of the little yellow bungalow. He is stationed there for the purpose of maintaining a nightly vigil over the bungalow. His orders are to be on the look out for nose monsters (otherwise known as Pediatric ENTs), scallywags and girls that talk too much.

I have recently learned that Fredford is 4 years old and cheers for the Phillies and Marlins equally. He maintains a strict diet of Oreos, french fries, cheese and yogurt, with the occasional slice of pizza.

Fredford is afraid of loud firetrucks and does not take his medicine.

When Fredford is bored (which is known to occur from time to time with dragons who live on rooftops) he likes to moonlight as a pirate. However, not in the elevated ranks of Captain, for I frequently hear orders shouted at Fredford to "swab the decks." Especially if Captain Hook has dropped in for a visit.

Fredford's very best friends in the whole wide world are Cubby and The Bear.

They love to spend time together.

This leads us to the Thursday Toddler Movie Night ritual, in which two little boys and their dragon, curl up on my bed with a bowl of popcorn and enjoy a film.

A relaxing time of the week for all us. The only tense moment really, was when the three year old refused to share his popcorn with the dragon and the two year old was forced to rush to the beast's defense. Last night, the film Monster's Inc. was received favorably by the tiny audience perched on my bed. Giggles, gasps, and popcorn kernels abounded. Though I am led to believe that Fredford talks too much during movies, because at one point Cubby turned his head towards Fredord and shushed him quite loudly.

We finished the movie and tucked our sweet little darlings in their beds. They said their prayers. The Bear recited his memory verse (John 3:16). Kisses were shared and noses were rubbed.

It wasn't long before their breathing evened out and floated up to mix with the lovely brilliance of their imagination, floating somewhere above the Southeast rooftop corner of the little yellow bungalow.

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