Posted February 3, 2010on:
Over the last two nights, I have read The Velveteen Rabbit to B for the first time. Much to my surprise, he loved it. He remembered where the story had left off the first night, and asked me to finish it.
After the reading, as he was climbing into bed, I was tucking him into bed with his special friend Doggy.
Me: Do you think Doggy is Real, like the Velveteen Rabbit?
B: No, he’s just a toy.
Me: The Velveteen Rabbit was a toy too, but he became Real because the boy loved him so much. You love Doggy, so do you think he could become Real?
B: (adamantly) No, he’s a toy. He’s not real. He’s a nice friend, but he’s going to stay a toy.
B has a great imagination, but very clear boundaries between real and pretend. A budding atheist, perhaps? He takes after his father that way.