I walked around the corner and found the girls like this, under the blanket, speaking softly. When they emerged I asked what they had been doing.
Phoebe quickly told me, "I'm her grandma who died and then I appeared to her in a dream. The dream was under the blanket." Sophie nodded in agreement.
Creative play is alive and well at our house.
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