Now, anytime we scoop Nate up and carry him like an infant he is "baby Al-isss." And anytime I change his diaper he is "baby Al-isss." (Leaving me to occasionally play the role of "Arielelelel," who is Alice's mommy, Aunt Ariel.) And when he wants to get snuggly in his pack and play, wrapped up in his blankie, he is again "baby Al-isss."
I just love his imaginary play. He started feeding his stuffed animals a few month back, but it seems like his imagination has really taken off lately. Not only does he now have a tail, but we're also frequently told about the giraffes, tigers and bears that are apparently living in our bed. (They hide under the pillows.)
What kinds of things are your children imagining?