Clara started this morning with an imaginary tale that kept getting more elaborate as the day went on. At some point this morning she was talking about two little monster friends that are coming to visit her. They are going to have a tea party with her. After hearing about them every half hour I asked if they were here yet. "No, they must be running late." The said monsters then turned more into two ghost boys who can walk through walls. Their names are Spotty and Meska. Spotty and Meska both wear black boots, have black spots and their favorite color is black. They each live in their own houses by themselves because they can take care of themselves so they don't have a mommy or daddy. The brothers live far away in Washington and they fly here on a very tiny, little airplane that is this big (she pinches her pointer finger and thumb close together and squints.) We can't ride on these airplanes because they are too small and only for ghosts. They are her good friends and she's waiting for them because they really are late.
Perhaps these are the ghosts she blamed for ripping Hazel's doll carrier two days ago. Imagination, imagination.
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