As a child, I had a MAJOR case of the imaginaries. I made up stories, friends, you name it.
I have bestowed this gift genetically upon my daughter. She plays make believe often. It hasn't hit Chessie monster level yet, but it is getting there.
Today, Eliza was in the bathtub; so, naturally, she was Ariel. She wanted to involve me. So, who would I be:
A) Sebastian, the strict, but friendly crab
B) Flounder, her faithful friend
C) The Sea Witch, 'nuff said
D) Eric, her love
E) Tritan, her parent
Nope, all wrong.
I am a clumsy, compulsive liar with wings. Yup, Scuttle.
She was not happy until I renamed everything in the bathroom.
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