Cheraya has an imaginary friend. Sleeve has been around since Raya was about 21 months old. Sometimes Sleeve is a baby, sometimes she's 2, and sometimes she's 5. She's invisible (of course!) and she can fly.
So Cheraya's new whine when I tell her she can't do something is to complain "but Sleeve gets to do it all the time! It's not fair!" as if Sleeve is someone she thinks she can use to support an argument. I just tell her that it's my responsibility to make choices for her, and she, in turn, may make whatever choices for Sleeve she sees fit.
She cracks me up sometimes.
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