finding her own limits

Her stuffed animals are all baby birds, apparently. She makes many chirping sounds for them.

"My babies! They are so hungry! They need a snack!"

I mention there is a bowl of raisins on the coffee table.

"Oh good, my babies are hungry, but they can eat a snack. Of raisins? Do birds eat raisins?"

I tell her I bet that they do, but she seems unconvinced.

"Maybe they are... feet. My babies can eat feet. Well -- wait a minute -- no. No. I'm sorry Mom. That was too silly of me."