I could hear her voice behind her bedroom door and cracked the door open to see who was getting the dressing down. Usually, it’s the stuffed animal who is least in favor. But Daisy was standing and yelling at an invisible something right next to her. She was wagging her finger at this ghost and I immediately worried that she had learned that from me.
I slowly pulled the door back and returned to my baking. A little while later, Daisy came into the kitchen for a snack. I made a small plate of cheese and crackers, usually one of her favorite afternoon pick-me-ups. She asked for a second plate and I asked her who it was for. “Didi” was the answer. I wasn’t sure who or what that meant, so I took out a second plate and handed it to Daisy. Daisy meticulously split the cheese and crackers into two identical portions on the plates, asked if she could eat at the table in her room, and left the kitchen, balancing the two plates.
A few minutes later, I rested my ear on the door to hear what was going on and the door suddenly swung open. I almost fell into Daisy’s room but smoothly acted as if I was just about to knock and enter. Daisy had the two empty plates in her hand and I took them from her. It appeared as though whomever the guest was for snack time was famished. Daisy thanked me and pushed the door closed in my face.
I took the plates back to the kitchen. When is a mother supposed to just allow a child to make believe and when do you ask intrusive questions to explain weird behavior. Such a dilemma.