Lily has found her imagination. And she's been very busy showing it to us in the last few days.
Yesterday, Lily brought Bobbie Jo a plastic baby that somehow found it's way into our house. It never had any clothes, and its back was scribbled on with an orange crayon a few weeks prior. She wanted the baby wrapped in a blanket that she carried with her. She cuddled the newly swaddled newborn, kissed it on the head, put it on the floor, waved goodbye, and walked up the stairs. She must have been going to work.
The day before, Bobbie Jo found her 'washing things'. She had a piece of turkey "lunch meat" (a round piece of felt from Max's sandwich making set) was dipping it in the cat's water, wiping down the wall, the table, and the floor. While initially disgusted, it was quite impressive.
Last night she brought me a small empty pot from her kitchen. She reached in, grabbed some invisible morsel, and crammed it in her mouth. We added some salt, and some bananas, and played for quite awhile.
I know that Max had, and still has, an amazing imagination. It awesome seeing it present itself again with Lily.
