imagine that

To me, sitting with the computer at early o'clock, my first hot cup of coffee in hand:
Do you have lava socks on? The floor is lava! Imagine that with me!
If you only have on computer socks then you need to get your feet off the floor right now!!

Next, showing me his flexed biceps:
Know how I grew my muscles? From hugging people!
Imagine a world where that actually worked, I think to myself.

Him, staring down at the end of a bowl of cereal, after being encouraged to finish up:
But all of the Rice Krispies keep chasing my spoon away! I need a better cereal catcher!

Random thoughts, out loud, all day long:
Forehead is like four. I could call mine a five head, or a six head! 
What if I had four penises? Imagine that. 
Which do you like more, a butterfly or a rabbit? What if they were both together?!
Let's look in your closet. Can I wear one of your flower shirts, so Siri can play music and I can spin?
Now, I am the pilot, you are the passenger. Where do you want to go?

My own imagination is powerful enough to invent thousands of scenarios where I fail, or my children suffer. I am looking for coffee as strong as his imagination, and hoping he continues to lean toward things like lava shoes, coming up with ways to make good things happen and embracing the whole world in the process.