Abigail says…

“Look at this big mess someone made in my bed! Can you believe it?”

“Abby, eat your beans.” “That’s not a bean. It’s asparagus. I don’t like asparagus.”

“Sit down Mom, let’s have a talk. So, I work with Eeyore and I do workbooks. Potato head works there too. He takes his arms off, and his eyes.” “That sounds interesting, Abby. I am a teacher and I work with kids.” “Oh, I am a teacher too. I teach kids to do games and puzzles. And touch the ceiling. And fly. High up in the sky. Mommy, you can fly me.” “I can’t fly, Abigail.” “No, you pick me up and fly me way up!”

Lately everything is pretend play, she makes her animals talk, her food talk her shoes talk… “Abigail, please put your shoes away.” And the shoes start: “I’m a shoe. Hey, I’m a shoe too! We are dirty, we need to go outside in the hallway. OK, let’s go.”