The Scene: Our kitchen table. Midday.
(Nora -3- and Susannah -1- are sitting at the table and eating lunch, mostly without incident.)
(Keely has a brief moment where she imagine all of the creative, Montessori-like professionals giving her a high-five.)
Keely: Sure. What do you want to play?
Nora: Let's talk to each other. With our imaginations.
Keely: That sounds awesome. Can I start?
(Keely presses her fingers to her temples and grins at Nora. Nora looks utterly confused.)
Nora: No, Mommy, with our imaginations.
(Keely is crestfallen that her kid wasn't talking about telepathy. Nora rolls her eyes.)
Nora: I'll start, Mom.
(Keely waits. Nora stares at Keely, blankly. Susannah, mildly interested, watches as she mangles a sandwich.)
|I have no idea what's going on, either.|
Nora (angrily): NO. MOM. WITH OUR IMAGINATIONS.
Keely (with an accent): Has anyone seen my baby cat?
Keely: I'm imagining that I'm calling my friend Nora on a banana phone-
Nora: Imagination Talking is quiet, Mom.
(Nora mimes locking her mouth and throwing away the key. Susannah- thrilled that she knows this one- also mimes locking her mouth and throwing away the key. Keely is confused, yet pleased that her daughter had been talking about telepathy. Keely patiently waits for Nora to do something besides stare at her with disappointment.)
Keely: Can you help me with Imagination Talking, baby girl?
Nora (sighs): Let's just eat our lunch.
(Susannah nods and takes a bite.)