My daughter: “Today, a new girl came to class in the cafeteria! But we had to be very quiet in the cafeteria so she would appear. And she did! Her name was Elizabeth. She went to my class. And then a backpack appeared on her back!”
Further questioning reveals that her new classmate Elizabeth has black hair, a red shirt, and green pants. Hmm… where have I heard that before…
I’m so thrilled that she loves her doll enough to turn it into a new imaginary classmate. It makes all the trouble worthwhile.
Although I wonder if this means I’ll have to knit her a backpack.
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