Pretend

So this is the world of play and pretend. Joseph and Talmage can entertain themselves for hours. They go from game to game to game. Last week they were parading around the house wrapped in blankets and bedsheets and bears. Joseph announces, "I'm the Holy Ghost!" Talmage says, "I'm the Holy Ghost, too!"

Then they were pretending to take a nap. They went through the whole routine, carefully selecting where they would sleep (in the front room), arranging their "beds" with pillow and blanket (somewhere in there they swapped "Holy Ghost" attire), then choosing their pre-nap story and reading it to themselves. This is not posed. I swear.
More pretending: Talmage the accountant. The machine is from the office store my grandpa owned (circa pre-Office Max). You'll notice in all these pictures, Talmage is wearing various pairings of pajamas. None of these pictures were taken at bedtime. He LOVES pajamas. Loves, loves, loves them. His wardrobe is enhanced by Joseph's pajama collection. There is serious pajama trafficking going on between our house and Joseph's.

Talmage will wear every pajama piece in his pajama drawer - and Sydney's - in a single afternoon. He's really fine-tuning the skill of undressing and dressing himself...
... and Sydney. Below, he is about to try putting Sydney's pants on her.
A natural consequence of all this clothes-mongering is, I suppose, his attention to fashion. Tonight at dinner he studied my over-sized, bright orange Cheetos t-shirt, and declared, "Mom. I like your shirt!" Poor kid if his fashion sense derives from the selections in my closet. He's doomed.

And finally, it should be noted, Talmage is in good company when it comes to pretend.
Watch out for Glad Baggie Box Robot Man.