Paul initiated a delightful fantasy world a month or so ago, in which he is a baby turtle, and I am a mama turtle, and gradually we have grown our family to include a daddy turtle and a sister mermaid, too. He emerges from his room every morning with his blanket (turtle shell) over his head, and snuggles down in my lap while I coo turtle noises at him, and sometimes Annie brings her pillow in a case and lies beside us and shoves her legs inside to make her mermaid tale. And sometimes Paul says to me in a sweet Paul voice, “I love you, Mama Turtle,” and I think my life can’t get any better.