2 and a half years old.
Last Sunday while you were playing with your brother’s toys in his bedroom while Mommy sorted out his closet, you took it upon yourself to create a story line.
You swung your purse over your shoulder then grabbed your brother’s poop emoji stuffed animal, then enthusiastically yet routinely announced, “Hey Poop, want to go to church?… Yeah?… Okay, let’s go!”
From there, you pretended to load up Poop in the car for the ride to church.
And yesterday as I was driving you to school, I said, “Look Holly! Those men are putting a new roof on that house!”
Seeing the apparent fun of being able to walk on top of a house, you proclaimed, “I want to walk on the roof for my Christmas.”
In your mind, these scenarios are completely realistic.
That’s good enough for me.