My daughter is a story-teller. I would pay cash money for an ounce of preschooler imagination; there’s really nothing like it.
While driving in the car today to get ice-cream, my precocious 4-year-old gave me this little spiel:
D: “Mommy, did you know I have two favorite towers?”
Me: “Yessss! Are we starting Tolkien early??”
D: “The Leaning Tower of Pisa and the Eiffel Tower.”
Me: “Oh. Ok, still pretty cool you know those landmarks.”
D: “Yep. Now, can you be quiet? I’ve got to make a phone call. Sacagawea is in trouble and she needs my help.”
She proceeds to “dial” on a large cowrie shell she found in the car.
D: “Hello? Sacagawea? Calm down.”
I’m so in love.
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