One of Wolfie’s favorite books lately has been a drawing book. How to draw a present, a house, a cake, and more, in three or four steps. It comes with its own magnetic drawing pad and stylus, and amuses him to no end because of the power he’s found in drawing a picture and telling its story.

His imagination has been cranking in high gear lately, and the 1000 words of a picture are his treasured launch pad.

Sometimes it’s a large fire, flambeing the cake. We have to blow out the fire before it burns away the cake, then feast on crispy chocolate cake. Sometimes it’s a house turning into a rocket ship, blasting away to outer space.

Lately, it’s been cats. He’s on a roll, and I’m delighted that his sense of humor is growing with all of these brain leaps as well. When we “opened” his picture of a gift box, he told me the present inside was for him. A cat. A cat named Wolfie, “just like me!” he declared.

Why is his name Wolfie, then?

“Because he does every thing I do. When he touches something, I touch it too. When I eat, he eats.”

So we have Wolfie the Wolf and Wolfie the cat? And you do everything the same?

“Of course, Mom. He’s a copy cat.”

Not sure which grandparent to blame, but I walked into it of my own free will. And now I have one more family member to wear “pun guard” around … one I grew myself.

Sigh.

The next night one was named after me. He’s got plans to make them … for everyone he knows.

BANANA!