"Mommy, I am from another planet."
Anduin has consistently claimed this for the past couple of months. Just to continue to highlight the differences between my two kids, Anduin with her much more vivid imagination continues to build her personal "lore." Though the amazing part is how consistent she is. Below is a sample of the conversation we have about her planet, and I didn't embellish anything she tells me.
"Anduin, what's your planet called?"
"Anduin's Famous Friendship Treehouse Planet. My grand-daughter lives there in a treehouse. The treehouse is small, and you can't visit unless you use the matter-sizer to make it big."
"What do you do on your planet?"
"My grand-daughter and I play in our treehouse... We sing, we dance, and we play."
"How did you get here?"
"I came here on my rocket ship. But it broke into a million tiny pieces. I need to put it back together to go back to my planet. I live with you until I can put it back together."
At least Anduin CHOSE to live with me. At least until her next rocket ship ride home.
