Thanks Peter Pan!

You know, I am thinking Jonathan takes things a little too seriously.  He absolutely believes all these fairy tales are real and that people really have the force--including himself.

Jonathan comes down the stairs without his pajama shirt on.  Jon asks him where his shirt is.

"My Shadow took it".

"Your what?"

"My Shadow is teasing me and took my shirt"--he says this with his huge wide open eyes and absolute seriousness--it is so hard not to bust up laughing.

I don't know where his shirt went.  We got a different one out for him to wear.

Thanks Toy Story!

Jonathan was playing with some star trek action figures.

"Mom, where is Data?"

"Jonathan, he was broken and couldn't be fixed so Dad threw him away."  

"I was thinking we could make a new arm for him out of paper."

"I don't think that would work, and it is too late because Dad threw him away a while ago.  He's not in the garbage can, the garbage man already came and got him."

Panicking, "the garbage man already took him?"

"Yes Jonathan, it was several weeks ago."

Sadness and tears welling up, "Mom, can you get the garbage man's phone number?"

"I don't think we can call him.  He doesn't go through the garbage, he just takes it all to the dump."

His absolute horror sticken face tells me what he is thinking--Data standing in a pile of garbage, holding out his one good hand as he gets closer to an incinerator.  He didn't like Toy Story 3--and started crying in that part of the movie.  

"Jonathan, don't worry, there isn't an incinerator where the garbage man took our garbage"

"He's not getting burned?"

"No, he is just fine.  You know Jonathan, he's not real.  Toys don't come alive when you aren't looking."

But I know he thinks they do.