Yesterday we found my daughter’s bedroom floor covered in glittery threads. “What happened here?”
“Oh, my ponies asked me to cut their hair!” came the guileless response.
“If your ponies asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?” was the predictable parental retort.
“They jumped off a bridge last year, but I didn’t go with them.”
At least she is showing some judgment in which of her imaginary friends’ commands she obeys.