Bad news, good news.

Bad news: Poor little Veronica is having bowel issues. She's constipated to the point I had to take her to the doctor yesterday. She has a prescription laxative now but she's still not in great shape, still crying about her butt and her tummy hurting. I feel awful for her and just want to give her a hug right now.

Good news: Her imagination is quite...odd.

Pretend play is common for kids her age, so for her to take her favorite teddy bear and pretend it's a crying baby, who she then rocks to sleep, it's sweet but fairly normal. It's imitative play.

Then you get her ideas about bunny rabbits flying on Buzz Lightyear ("Bunny rabbits don't have wings," she explained, silly me...) and that Woody from "Toy Story" is sitting next to her in the car with his seat belt on. And how she wants Daddy to pretend to open the windows so the elephants and other wild animals can get in the house. And then she pretends to make her favorite foods and feed them to me, which doesn't sound that ununusal until you realize that her "cooking" involves stirring soapy water around in a plasticware container in her bathtub. She makes kitty cat ears by opening a hinged plastic Easter egg and sticking it atop her head. You get the idea.

So I'm encouraging it. She likes pointing out vehicles on the road when we're taking a drive, mostly the trucks and the motorcycles, so I ask "where to you think they're going?" And she answers, to a friend's house. To the store. To the grocery store. To a farm. And so on, and so forth.

It's all cute and wonderful, but I still can't get over that mental picture of a bunny flying on Buzz Lightyear's wings....