This morning, the first thing Elyse told me about was how last night she had to be left alone in her bedroom for a while as Mommy read to Jessica before bedtime. (I was at school at the time for the first night of my Java Programming class.) She said she wanted someone to rub her back, but Mommy couldn't do it, so she cuddled up with Tiny Baby instead.
"Did Tiny Baby rub your back?" I asked.
"No," Elyse said. "She's not real and she can't rub me."
She's not real and she can't rub me. If you've ever wondered how much of her play and make-believe Elyse actually believes, I think that gives a pretty good answer.