My seven-year-old, Kobi, gets... shall I say, fascinated? Obsessed may be closer to the truth, but fascinated sounds kinder.
He will latch on to something -- a book, a movie, an idea -- and will spend days or weeks or months involved with this new object of his attention.
The object has changed a few times. The first time I noticed it, he was freaking out over the movie version of
Kobi's seen that movie maybe thirty times. Possibly more. When he was allowed his time on the family computer, he would Google the songs, and watch the YouTube videos over and over and over and over. He knows all the songs and all the dance moves. He says the lines along with every part.
Thankfully, he has a good voice, and can dance. So it's pretty entertaining, in a super-annoying kind of way.
Then, it was learning to French braid hair. He found a YouTube video on that. It took him a few days, and the grudging cooperation of his older sister, and Kobi taught himself how to French braid. He actually does a very good job.
This is my seven year old.
Recently, he watched the Johnny Depp version of Charlie and the Chocolate factory. He is-- even as I write this--rolling around on the floor wrapped in his blue Nemo comforter. His tummy is stuffed with some pillows.
He is a Blueberry.
Boy, if I had just a smidgen of his imagination...
As it is, he kind of makes me tired.