Eliana approached me yesterday, cradling her very limp Tan Pup in her arms, and looking forlorn.
"Oh dear, did Tan Pup get hurt?"
Elly: "No. He's..." (sniff) "dead!" (starts crying real tears)
Me: "Oh, no. How terrible! You must be so sad."
Elly continues crying real tears.
Me: "Why don't we have a funeral for him."
Elly: "Oh. No! Wait, look! He's just hurt!" (stops crying) "Oh Tan Pup! You're alive! Oh Tan Pup, I'm so happy!" And she walked off to administer first aid to his wounds.
The minute she was gone I could not contain myself. This child got theatre genes from both sides of the family. And while it manifests itself in the dramatic quite frequently, it was fun watching that it may actually also involve real talent. This scene was really good!!!
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