Our daughter's imaginative play has really blossomed over the past year. She goes on and on telling stories (often when we're trying to get her to go to sleep).

Sometimes, they're super fantastical, with dinosaurs and outer space and whatnot. Other times, they're really mundane stories about her friends from school doing an art project or other routine activity. Either way, though, the stories are told with the same amount of verve.

One of the really adorable things is that she often incorporates words and phrases that she clearly got from us: i.e. referring to a hurt stuffed animal as "My darling" in exactly the same way her mom calls her that when she gets hurt.