Reilly's imagination has expanded exponentially of late, and she invites me to join her in those made-up worlds; to have imaginary tea--to pet an invisible kitty.
Yesterday we pretended to grocery shop together, and after purchasing our groceries we sat down at a table to eat.
I decided to have some grapes, but apparently they were not my grapes because Reilly raised up her voice that I should put them back, and I smiled about the deliciousness of it all, to be arguing over imaginary fruit.
No comments:
Post a Comment