Spies!

Near the beginning of the school year, I was picking Dylan up from school, and as he climbed into the van, he asked out of the blue, "Mom, you and Dad got me at the FBI orphanage, right?"  I immediately answered, "Of course.  You were clearly the best spy baby there."  He looked thoughtful for a minute, then said, "Yeah, I thought so.  Its hard being a spy, but its fun.  Me and Ammon are getting a new mission tomorrow."

This story line has popped up periodically over the last few months, and its not his only one.  Tonight he told me he was a little nervous because on Friday, he'd seen clues that Invisible Man was going to try to attack the school on Monday, but he was having trouble contacting Ammon about the mission because one of his satellites got knocked out by the snow.  He was working on getting it back up when I put him to bed.

I love this about him.  His inner world is so rich and dynamic and fun, and he immerses himself in it so completely.  At night, if you listen hard enough, you can often hear him up on his bunk bed quietly acting out multiple parts of some exciting adventure, long after all his sisters have fallen asleep.  He's like the Daniel Day Lewis of make believe.