For the past couple of months now in your preschool class, you and your friends have enjoyed the presence of Gus Gus, a dwarf gerbil.
Each morning when I take you into the classroom, our immediate routine is to for me to lift you up to the cage so you can ask, “Gus Gus?”
That translates as, “Are you awake yet, Gus Gus?”
The answer is usually, “Well, now I am!” as we watch the wood chips move around and see two beady eyes looking back at us.
One morning we even walked in to see a clear blue plastic roll right across the floor as we opened the door, as Gus Gus raced to the other side of the room as part of his early morning exercise.
Gus Gus finds his way into daily conversations, too. I use him as an interesting subject to help you formulate sentences.
For example, anytime you see a pick-up truck now, you point, and proudly shout, “Truck? Truck! Truck!”
So from there, I started saying, “Gus Gus drives a truck?”
You obviously liked the concept, then decided to repeat that ridiculous thought.
Now anytime you see a pick-up truck, you know what to say to me:
“Truck! Truck! Gus Gus drive truck.”
It finally occurred to me as we were playing with your toys in the living room, to bring life to the rat puppet which I originally got right before you were born, as I was planning on it being a character in your brother’s superhero series on YouTube.
You were amazed to learn was Gus Gus secretly living in our house the whole time, but also that he could talk, and even say your name.
And even when you realized that you yourself could stick your hand into Gus Gus and control his mouth, you still were every bit excited to announce, “It’s Gus Gus!”