Lucy still spends much of her time either being an animal (favorites right now: wolf cub, tiger or puppy) or talking to her army of stuffed animals. But more and more she also takes time to ponder her own history. Many of her sentences begin, “When I was little…” or “When I was a baby…”.
Since I will sometimes tell her a story from my own childhood, she recently was trying to grasp how she fit into that scenario: “When you were a little girl, did you know me?” No, Lucy, when I was a little girl, you were not alive yet. Your daddy was not alive yet.
(silence for a moment)
“When you were a little girl, I was pretendin’ to be dead?!”