Imaginary World

This seems a little early, but Annabelle has started to engage in a kind of imaginary play. As I write, she is dragging my purse around the kitchen, blowing kisses, and saying "bye-bye." Before she started carrying the purse, she took off her socks and put them in there. When she gets across the kitchen, she stops, opens the bag, and takes out the socks, talks to them for a minute and puts them back. Repeat.