The other day, during a shopping trip to Wal-Mart, Abigail acquired an imaginary tiger. She announced to me, "Tiger following us."
"What?" I pretended to be scared. "Is he going to bite me?"
"No, Mom, he not a scary tiger, he a nice tiger."
She named the tiger Fluffy. He is not a baby tiger, but sometimes can be quite small, to fit into the palm of her hand. He goes with her everywhere, and she tells me what he says and thinks. She has quite an imagination!
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