Did you know I have a pink bear living in my backyard? No really. I do. He wears blue boots and a purple shirt. And he likes to yell “ROOOAAARRR!” at the top of his lungs.
I also have a troll living under our bridge. But he’s not a grumpy troll. Nope, our troll is happy, and likes to sing “Happy Birfday to You…” also at the top of his lungs.
You might have a hard time seeing him, though, because he’s green. Like the grass around him.
It helps camouflage him when the flying dolphin comes by. The Purple Flying Dolphin. Who likes to get drinks out of the bird bath.
We also have talking butterflies, singing bees and great, big Scary Spiders who live in the rocks (well, that last one is true).
And, of course, a two-year-old girl who’s discovered her imagination—and finally has the vocabulary to tell us all about what she’s seeing.
Every day as we walk hand-in-hand through the yard, she gives my heart another squeeze with the stories she spins.
Yesterday, we passed a dinosoar. But don’t worry. He was friendly. He just wanted to smell the flowers.
The night before, the ocean came to visit. I’m not sure how it got there, but her little swimming pool was filled to the brim with its wild, wild waves.
And just this morning, she told me we now have a hippo living under her playhouse. He likes it because its cold—hippos like snow, you know.
We’re going to the pool later. I’ve already been warned that there’s probably going to be sharks. But don’t worry. They don’t bite.
They’re just there for the ice cream.