Coming up to me while I'm getting ready in the morning, Ellie announces we need to move.
me: Hmm, why?
her: It's my friends (her imaginary friends, I assume), they just keep popping up - they won't leave me alone. We need to move.
That statement makes my eyebrows raise.
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Five minutes later:
her: If you open up my stomach there are sticks in there and the food goes down to my tummy and sticks on those sticks.
me: Wha?
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said with much desperation while doing the potty dance
her: A bag! I need a bag, I need to go pee in a bag!
She has recently developed a phobia of the toilet water rising and coming out of the toilet to "get" her. I was downplaying her phobia until she came running to me with a demand for a bag in which she wanted to "go poop."
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I do believe that last one has rendered me speechless.
