My four-year-old wandered into my room at bedtime one night and told me, “I’m having a sleepover. I’ve got all my kids, except for one sister who fell into a volcano and died. Now there’s a new sister.”
Later that night, I snuck into her room to find her asleep in the middle of her bed, surrounded by stuffed animals on all sides. Each one was meticulously tucked in with a blanket.