Annabel has recently created the character of "her lion".
It started with a phrase that she heard in school where they check hunger levels by asking "Who has a roaring lion in their tummy?"
Annabel started to use that expression at home when she was hungry. It would go something like:
"Mommy, I think my lion is roaring!"
More recently though, the lion has started to take on some invisible friend traits. She didn't think that she should have to clean the living room, for example, since it was her lion that scattered the stuffed animals.
The twist that I really like is that the lion actually lives inside of her. In fact yesterday, she opened her mouth up and asked if I could see her lion's eyes in there. Scary!
She has a very vivid imagination. Tonight for example, she was carrying around a little purple suede pouch full of fake "precious jewels". I hadn't seen it before and I asked her where she got it. This is basically how the exchange went as close to word for word as I can remember.
"Where did you get those jewels" I asked, making the jewels sound precious.
"I got this at the end of the rainbow, daddy". She said happily
"The end of the rainbow?" I asked, thinking maybe that was the name of a store or something.
"Yeah!" She said with a tone that suggested a great adventure.
"Where did you really get it?" I asked.
"At the end of the rainbow. I
floated there!" She said, emphasizing the magic of floating.
"Wow, you floated there on the air?" I ask, going along with it.
"No, silly! On a leaf." She said, acting as though it should have been obvious.
"Wow, a leaf!" I said.
"And do you know what I saw?" She asked, coaxing me into the story.
"No, what?" I ask, taking the bait.
"A little birdie," she said.
"Wow, and what did he say?" I ask now fascinated to hear where this is going.
"He whispered to me: THE RAINBOW IS OVER THERE," She whispered.
"Wow, thats a good story!" I said.
"Yeah!" She said.