Three years old is a funny age. On the one hand, Toby seems really grown up, and well chatter away about everything from violins to Indian food. Sometimes I almost forget that hes not a fellow 34-year-old. But then hell bust out something crazy and childlike and Ill remember how little he really is. I love the magical thinking at this age. For example…
Were going to our friends house.
Whats your friends name?
His name is Scott.
Is he a man, a lady or a monster?
When Anton gets bigger, you can teach him how to talk and walk.
I will teach him how to ride a horse. (Ed. note: Toby does not know how to ride a horse.)
Toby also has an imaginary friend named Dun Dun. Hes always calling him on the phone or asking if we can meet Dun Dun at the playground. He takes their friendship very seriously. We ask him nosy questions about the mysterious Dun Dun, and so far weve deduced that Dun Dun is a three-year-old with a blue motorcycle…
Where does Dun Dun live?
On the Upper West Side. Near San Francisco.
Where you and Daddy go last night?
To a restaurant called Otto.
Oh, yeah, I love that place. (Ed. note: He has never been.)
Me and Dun Dun go there.
Dun Duns my darling.
Toby, I love you, you little weirdo!
P.S. Toby in conversation as a two-year-old.