Imagination is a double-edged sword. Now when Klara demands ice-cream (a new toy, a visit from her cousin, etc), I begin serving imaginary ice-cream or playing with an imaginary cousin, and she happily joins the game. But it cuts both ways, as I recently discovered.
Klara declared that she wanted to go to the playground instead of school.
“You have to go to school,” I explained, “because I need to work.”
“Why you need to work, Mommy?” she asked.
“Because I need to make money.”
“You need money?” Klara asked. “Here is money for you!”
And she handed me a stack of imaginary bills.
“Now you have money and we go to the playground!” she declared brightly.
This kid is not even two and a half years old, and she’s already smarter than me.