“Do you want to be a doctor when you grow up?” I asked my daughter as she pushed her stethoscope against my chest. “I already AM a doctor,” she replied. -
Of course. -
She is whatever she imagines. She gets so immersed in her make-believe that it is more real to her than anything else. -
Isn’t that a wonderful way to live? -
I’m wishing you all a wonderful weekend, filled with creativity and flights of the imagination that are so tangible that you truly believe they’re real.