On the way home from church today, Emily told me with a huge pout pulling at her mouth "Joe said the elevator goes to Superman's secret place."
I sighed inwardly, trying not to go in to my "stop tattling" lecture that has pretty much been on auto repeat the last couple of weeks. "Where do
you think the elevator leads to?" I asked, ignoring the fact that I had absolutely no idea what elevator we were talking about.
"She says it goes to a princess castle," said Joe, matter-of-factly.
"Well," I said, "Maybe it goes to both places."
Silence.
"Hey!" said Joe. "Maybe it's a magic elevator! Maybe it could go anywhere in the world. Wait! Anywhere in your whole imagination!"
We then took turns for the rest of the ride home talking about where we would like to go on the magic elevator. Joe and Emily stuck with their original destinations. Mary wanted to go see a talking monkey and I wanted to go ride a zipline in the rain forest.
As it turns out, the elevator they were talking about was in Joe's room.
His bed has drawers in the bottom. One broke and was removed, leaving a two foot by six inch rectangular hole. In the back of the hole are some broken pieces of the drawer and the backboard from the base of the bed. This was their elevator if only they could just squeeze back there to push the buttons and unlock its magic.
I love that their world is full of amazing possibilities, even magical ones, where ordinary spaces become gateways with Narnia or Wonderland or a zipline in Costa Rica just a magical button or door knob away.
