I'm reminded again of how the lines between reality and imagination are blurred in the mind of a three year old. I made a comment the other day about Judah being delicious and Emma was quite alarmed and said, "He's a baby, he's not food. You CAN'T eat him!"
Yesterday I pretended to eat the Play-Dough donut she brought to me and she was similarly alarmed that I might consume something that was not food. I had to explain and demonstrate that I was just pretending to eat it. Since then I've had a steady stream of "food" brought to me - donuts, cheese burgers (with a bean in the middle - apparently extra delicious), "special" meat, and assorted other delicacies.
Then there are the monsters in her room which she alternates loving and fearing. The other day at nap time we read "Harold and the Purple Crayon". She actually shrieked at the dragon Harold had drawn under the apple tree. After that Emma told me that she wished that Harold could be in her room beside her in his little purple bed. The best we could do was a picture of Harold in his little purple bed, taped to the wall beside her. It did the trick!
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