Gus can be very literal minded, as can all kids, and sometimes he takes it to the most endearing extent. This was a conversation we had yesterday morning:
It was pretty frosty in the house, and we have no pellets to make a fire, so I tried to tell him to go upstairs and get his robe. Of course he ignored me. So, I said, "Okay, now fly upstairs and get your robe so I can help you put it on."
He looked at me, head to the side. "Um...I think I have to walk."
Taking advantage of my momentary ambush, I replied, "No, no! You have to fly up the stairs!"
"It's too far," he whined. Of course it was; that's why I didn't go myself.
"That's why I told you to fly - much faster." So hard to keep a straight face at that point.
"Do I have to pretend to fly on top of an airplane or something?" So literal minded, this one.
"Nah, just..." and here I kind of put one fist up, ala Superman, and mimed bounding into the air. "Whoosh!"
And so he did. He got his robe. He also forgot to come back downstairs, so I had to make a trip up anyway, but who cares. It was fun while it lasted.
Yet, at other times when some children would let their literal mindedness upset them, Gus is just fine.
Our neighbor was putting up a six-foot Winnie the Pooh and Tigger Halloween decoration as the kids ran around it playing. Gus kept poking them, so we joked that if he kept it up, the vampire-Tigger was going to eat him up. Gus laughed at that; the neighbor's four year old started to cry.
"I don't want Tigger to eat him up!" She was really quite inconsolable. This is the same kid who can watch Pirates of the Caribbean without blinking twice.
They really are fascinating beings, children are.