“We’re on a ship,” she said, “and we’re going to a desert island. We’re out of food so we have to go get some.”
I just happened to be standing nearby when this 4 year old girl named Ella had decided that I was to be a character in her imaginary story. I was taken a little off guard as I’d been in the middle of something. So I did what any seriously preoccupied person would do… I abandoned what I’d been doing, put my pretend sailors hat on, and boarded the supposed ship with her. Full blog
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