In her head

Life with The Diva provides lots of entertainment. I always love it when she gives me a peak inside the crazy world that is her imagination. Last week, Diva was pretend playing (as usual) -


Diva: Look Mommy, I have a baby in my belly.
Me: Oh, how interesting. When is your baby due?
Diva: In forty-five minutes.
Me: Do you have a husband?
Diva: (long dramatic pause) Not anymore.
Me: Oh, what happened?
Diva: He died. His name was Drew.
Me: Oh, wow, I'm sorry Diva.
Diva: (sighs) It's not your fault mom

A bit later, I am sitting in the living room clipping coupons and Diva come and sits next to me. She flops dramatically down next me and starts sighing heavily and staring off into space.

Me: Hey Diva, what's the matter?
Diva: (souunding forlorn) Oh, I'm just thinking about my husband. Drew. I miss him.
Me: I'm really sorry Diva. ( I had kind of forgotten about the dead husband. I figured she would have moved on to something new)
Diva: Oh, Mom. It's not your fault. Remember? (sighing and shaking her head)

I have no idea where she gets this stuff. When she creates a storyline, it's awfully elaborate and she sure sticks to it. I have to wonder if she's secretly watching soap operas behind my back.