When I had children it really amused me the incredible imagination they have.
When my son S was 3, he had imaginary friends. Yes plural, there were a few of them! He called them his 'kids' and he drove them around in a white car that he parked outside our house. This went on for months, and I really wish I could remember some of the stories he came up with, they were very elaborate.
On Sunday, something made me laugh with my daughter C, it went a bit like this...
C: Mum can you cut this out for me? *Handing me a drawing*
Me: Yes, what is it?
C: It's a jet pack *smug look*
Me: Ok *I cut it out for her, and handed it back*
C: Now can you add string to it so I can wear it on my back?
Me: Can do *adds string and puts it over her arms to sit on her back*
C: Thanks. Right I am going to Spain now
Me: Spain? now?
C: yes, I will set off after school tomorrow and have a sleep over then stay for my lunch *looking pleased*
Me: OK, where are you staying?
C: *large sigh* Don't worry I will call you to let you know where I am *taking a calculator out of her pocket and using it as a phone, walking out of the living room 'talking to someone*
C: I am staying at 1a Spain
Me: *stifling giggle* OK
C: *walking back into the living room* Oh, and don't forget to pack me a bag