"Grace, why are you putting all of that clay in a bowl?"
"I’m making pretend soup for a family that needs soup."
That kid has a big heart. And an active imagination. A couple of days ago, when I was prodding her to eat her breakfast, she responded: "But Mommy, I’m still full from the pretend pie I ate in the middle of the night." Ah yes, pretend pie. It keeps me up at night, too.
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By the way, Gracie must have eaten some pretend get-well-quick pills last night, because today she felt much better. She could barely talk, but at least she felt like playing, eating and even bopping her sister on the head. Phew.

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