No, not Miles. The invisible elephant standing next to him, holding a sword.
Figaro first made his existence known to us grown-ups on Friday. We were killing time at the bookstore, and Miles found a coffee table book filled with pictures of elephants. He opened it up, pointed to one, and said, "Is Figaro!" He then went page by page, telling us the story of Figaro chasing giraffes, splashing in the water, and walking in the dark.
Figaro has hardly left his side since.
Saturday morning, Figaro asked to borrow Daddy's big sword. Mommy had already told Miles no, but Figaro had to ask, too. Apparently, Figaro wanted to joust. I told Figaro that we don't joust in the house, and we don't play with Daddy's toys unless Daddy says it's okay. Miles told me then that, "Figaro sad. Figaro needs play Daddy's sword." So, the invisible elephant seems somewhat sensitive.
Saturday afternoon, as we were getting in the car, Miles started to get upset. When I asked him what was wrong, he said, "Figaro come, too!" I had to open the car door and let Figaro in. Then, upon further insistence from my son, I also buckled him in. It obviously didn't work well, though, because when we stopped to pick up a prescription, Figaro jumped out the window and ran beside us the rest of the way to Wal-Mart.
Figaro helped us pick out a Christmas tree, and kept Miles entertained as we waited to check out. Miles had to show off the finished decorations to Figaro. And when Miles was done helping with the decorating, he said, "Come on, Figaro. Let's play trains!" And the two of them happily ran up the stairs.
I'm just glad Figaro doesn't take up as much room as most elephants. :)
I can't wait to meet Figaro! He sounds as sweet as Miles!
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