My son is a very good pretender. He likes to pretend to eat, he puffs his cheeks up with air and chomps his teeth together. He likes to pretend to sleep, he squints his eyes almost shut and fake-snores. He likes to pretend that an empty box of Crest toothpaste is a farmer.
I gave him the empty box as a distraction one morning while I was trying to get us dressed and out the door for church. Usually he just puts toys or crackers in the empty boxes I give him and carries them around. Not this time. This empty cardboard box had a greater destiny. This cardboard box was Farmer Crest. He took it, turned around and headed straight over to the tractor shed (Handy Manny card table), put it in the seat of the big green tractor and proceeded to farm the living room carpet for the next twenty minutes. The next day Farmer Crest was doing some chores around the kitchen in the little red tractor. Farmer Crest has been in one tractor or another for the last week, except for when there is a real farmer and tractor across the road. Then Farmer Crest is getting banged on the window with squeals of delight from Jon, as if he's saying "That's you Farmer Crest! In the tractor!"