The other night, C and I were pulling into the lake house for the weekend when she said, "Mommy, shhhhhh."
Me: (whispering) What is it?
C: It's a dinosaur.
Me: Wow! Where is it?
C: It's in the trees. Don't worry. It's hiding.
Her imagination is in full swing these days and I am loving it. She lives in a magical world where everything talks and everything is real.
While I cooked dinner the other night, I overheard her playing in the living room and walked in to find her enacting a scene with finger puppets. She had a princess puppet upside down in a rhythm instrument saying "help me, help me!" Then, the knight (which she calls a "prince") said, "to the rescue!" and got her out. Then, they kissed.
Sometimes, her imagination is too close to reality. Today, while playing in her baby pool on the deck, she said, "look, Mommy, a mouse!" I freaked out and ran over to see what she was talking about. I asked her where it was and she pointed in the pool and said, "right there. See? It's swimming."
She often reads books to her stuffed animals; her babies cry and need bottles; her trains get encouragement as they crest the mountain ("Great job! You did it!"). Everyone dances. Everything has feelings. Everyone has a name (thought most of them are Catherine).
I get to live in a special world these days.