Lila was having a rest time today while Faith napped. She was playing quietly with her Legos in the play room across the hall from our bedroom where I was stuffing Faith's diapers. I heard the door to the playroom open and Lila peeked her head around the door looking...worried.
"I pretended there was a ghost baby pushing the grocery cart of my Legos and then I started to imagine there really was a ghost baby in the play room and now I'm scared."
Trying to hide my smile I pulled her up onto the bed with me and held her. "Let's pretend there's someone else pushing the cart - like a princess or something."
"But I already imagined the ghost baby and now I can't imagine anything else."
"Then imagine that the ghost baby is a silly ghost baby. Imagine he says goo-boo-goo-boo and that he has a poopy diaper. Nothing with a poopy diaper can be scary."
She grinned and laughed. "Okay. First can I tell you a joke?"
"Ghost Baby who?"
"Ghost Baby poopy diaper!"
"Good one. Now go back and play."
And she did.