The other night I was putting you to bed, and you were looking at me sweetly. Then you started a strange and inventive monologue – describing my characteristics.
“Mama, you have really big teeth. They are huge. You have long silky ears, and you have fur on your back, and you have long claws. Also, you have a shiny nose. And that’s the end of my story.”
It was longer than that, but you get the idea. I could tell you were making it up (besides the obvious) because you told me when the “story” ended. You were whispering, because Liam was sleeping close by. Anyway, you put your head down close to mine and went to sleep, nuzzled against your furry, big-toothed mother.