Annie works on her dead hang.
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 tail. 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.
Annie: Paul, can I tell you something?
Paul: NO!! I’m a TURTLE!
Annie: Turtle, can I tell you something?
Annie: Turtle, um, you can swim, even if you’re not a mermaid.
Paul: Yeah, I can swim, in my turtle hat.
Annie: No, you have to swim in a swimming pool.