Tornado E now has a baby orangutan. It goes with us everywhere. It’s imaginary.
It also has been in time out, was carried by me to the car, and every time Tornado E goes to bed, he asks from his top bunk, “Mommy, can you bring the baby here?” Then I have to pretend I’m picking up the orangutan and placing him in bed with Tornado E.
I’m glad we don’t have a pet.