Imagination

Today, Owen was playing downstairs and came up with a new game. He pushed the climber over so that there was an area of the corner you could only get to by going through the climber. Then, using his toy claw, he was picking up baby toys and handing them to the babies. When I asked what he was doing, he explained that the toys were floating down the river and he had to rescue them for Blake. See, the toys belonged to Blake's baby brother, and his baby was crying so much that it was hurting Blake's ears. Mirroring reality. (The hurt ears, not the toys in the river.)