Today my son was at a friend’s house to play after church. My husband was working and I had my cousin over to help her learn how to use her new sewing machine.
So my daughter was playing by herself. At one point she asked to go to the basement and see if she could find any treasures. This is a relatively harmless thing so I gave her an okay.
She came back upstairs with a small clay frog and a request to “own” this frog.
Once she was told okay, she had to go to the bathroom to clean the frog.
While in the bathroom all I heard was much water being splashed around with much talking. So I asked what she was doing.
“I’m teaching my invisible little brother how to care for his invisible real frog.”
Oh? Well would you like to do all that splashing in the bathtub instead of in the sink?
“I’m not sure, could my invisible brother join me?”
Um… I suppose so.
Um, honey, could you splash a little less?
“No mom, when you’ve got a visible girl and her visible fake frog and an invisible brother and an invisible real frog in the bathtub it makes a whole lot of splashing! There’s not a lot of room!”
I think that’s the point when my cousin couldn’t contain her giggles any longer!