Okay, so I tried it. I asked questions about Aina. Something this afternoon reminded Bobby and me of the dogs from our childhood. Bees! That's it. Alice was asking if this was a good day for bees (she's terrified of them, so she's always asking about bee-friendly weather). Both of these dogs from our childhoods ate bees. Alice thought that was pretty funny. Then she told us about when she was a little kid living with Aina.
"We had a dog that liked to eat bees and everything else that isn't good for us."
"Wow! What was the dog's name?"
"Roh-nu. That was Aina's dog. And he ate bees but she took the stingers off. That way he didn't get stinged."
"And then my dog, Ru-noh...," she continued for some time about these dogs and growing up with them. Maybe it's my mucous filled head, but I couldn't keep possibly remember all the details she threw out there on our short trip to the hardware store.
Maybe I'll carry a recorder on me the next time. Mwah ha ha haaaaaaa!
I'm glad, in the end, that her imagination remains intact and it's only me that's grown less story-thusiastic. I can change me :)
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