3yo weirdness.

I asked 3yo how she got a scratch on her cheek and she replied:

"I was riding my tricycle in the park with Mummy and Daddy and I fell off and there was lots of blood and I died."

I immediately saw the problem with that story:

"But 3yo, you don't have a tricycle."

It was intriguing how genuinely confused she looked, as though she were SURE she had one, and where had it got to? Or maybe she was just bewildered that I hadn't pointed out the fact that she wasn't dead.

I guess I'll never know about the scratch...

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