A wonderful thing, imagination, with the vast possibilities it allows.
Nana Cindy, Bumpa Pooh and (Princess) Phoebe were enjoying a wonderful pretend picnic in her bedroom. Phoebe was describing in sometimes startling detail the preparations for the picnic when she started pantomiming, pouring a liquid on her hands, rubbing her palms together, and then applying it to her doll. We asked if she was using sunscreen, and she paused and looked thoughtful while she considered the question.
“No,” she said. “Moonscreen.”
(Of course, we thought. Who would want to ruin a perfect picnic with a moonburn?)