"Charlotte's Web" is playing on the TV. Carolyn and I are sharing a pillow on the floor. She's watching. I'm reading.
Giggles erupt next to me while Wilbur gets a bath, then "Mom, I'm gonna get a pig like that."
"You are? What are you going to name him?"
"Wilbur!" More giggles.
She has quite the imaginary menagerie - a horse named Melango, a monkey named Titi (every time we go to the zoo she points him out and asks when we are going to get him), a dog named Mimi, and just recently, a bunny and a cat. So now I guess we can add a pig to that.
"Will your pig get scared of lightning too, like Wilbur?"
"No, he will sleep in the house with me."
"Oooooh, of course."
Always in her sweet little 3-year-old world, happy and full of life, completely heart-broken and even almost surprised when someone or something mistreats her. Like she can't believe anything bad could enter her fairy land.
"Can I have some hot chocolate milk?"
"Can I hold your pig when you get it?"
"Okay, let's go get some."
She is happy to be who she is, not realizing there is any other person to be. And I am delighted to be a part of her world.