One of Ella’s monologues in the car on the way home from daycare today was:
Ella – When I was a baby, you saw a fox, but I was not scared because I couldn’t see it, because I was a baby and I sleeped and I cried and I sleeped in a bag…
Me – A sleeping bag. [I could just see her go around telling people I made her sleep in a plastic shopping bag when she was a baby]
Ella – And I sleeped in a sleeping bag and I sleep with my dummy and I was sad because I couldn’t swim then.
The fox… I once told her that there are foxes at the lake but that I last saw one when she was only a baby. She came up with all sorts of questions and statements about her interaction with the fox and I’ve had to explain numerous times since then that she couldn’t have been scared of the fox because she couldn’t have seen it, etc… But she is utterly fascinated by this story for some reason.
Which is interesting to me because I very vaguely remember a slight obsession with foxes when I was very little. I once thought I saw one run up the stairs in our house. I must have been about 3 or 4. And my favourite book at that age was about a fox.
The only book I’ve read Ella that has a fox in it is The Gruffalo. Since then she looks out for foxes ‘in the woods’ and is somewhat scared and attracted to them at the same time.
Apart from her interest in foxes, she is currently extremely fascinated by stories of when she was a baby. So the combination of her two favourite topics makes for a story she never tires of.