And Scene....

Wyatt and I are at the playground.  There are other kids running around but he doesn't know anyone so he decides he would like to play with me for a little.
"Mom?"
"Yeah, Bud."
"We're going to play Secret Agents.  I am the agent in my flying machine and you need to steal the gold."
"Ok."

I run to the 'bank' and pretend to heist the gold bars.  Then run very dramatically over to my hiding spot.  I catch a glimpse of Wyatt pretending to fly patrolling the area.  I am, literally, on my hands and knees, chuckling at my clever hiding place and waiting for Wy to find me.

And I am waiting.

Yup, still waiting.

I peek over to see where he is.  A dad is smirking at me with a kind of pitying look.  I finally spot Wyatt in the corner with another little boy.  His arms are still out like he is in his flying machine.  I get up, mildly disappointed.

"Bud, I stole the gold and hid it in something green."
"Well, I don't want the gold anymore.  My submarine only runs on crystals." And off he runs.

I can't even keep up with my son's imagination.