A partial recompense for depressing you.

[rivka]

On Tuesday, while we were driving somewhere in the car, Alex made up a little story about some birds she saw through the window. She's been doing simple pretend play with toys for a while now, of course, but as far as I know this is her first real story:

Little birds fly in the air. "Ohhhh, I need a mama!"[1] Mama bird hug the Baby Alex bird. They fly together.

[1] Said in an extremely tragic tone of voice.