We were making dinner (“shrimp dinner”, as someone has been demanding for a week... and then it turned out we made the wrong shrimp dinner) when Lizard suddenly announced that she was dead. Apparently she had a fatal encounter with a squirrel.
And then during dinner, she told me a beast tried to eat my hand, but she scared it away (“say thank you, mommy”), and now the beast is sick because he ate too many people and so he’s going to eat leaves instead. And then a tiger stole our cookies, so she gave it a good talking to. And then a ghost tried to steal our cookies even though ghosts don’t eat cookies. And then a nightmare are our cookies, which wasn’t very nice. And then the tiger came back and she did a “ferocious roar” and scared it away.
So her imagination is coming along nicely...
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