Conversation before bed the other night

"Sometimes I don't feel like me," you said as we climbed into your castle loft bed together to snuggle and read books.

"You don't? What does feeling like you feel like?"

"I don't know. Sometimes I think I'm you, Mama!"

"I think I have a pretty good sense of who you are. But how you feel being you is probably different from what I think. What does it feel like, to be you?"

"When I close my eyes I see all kinds of pictures and things."

"Really! Me too."

"Really?"

"In fact, I'll tell you a secret. Whenever I am writing a book, all I'm doing is making a detailed picture in my mind and then writing down what I see."

"Maybe you can write down what I see?"

"All you have to do is learn how to write, and you can write your own stories yourself. It's fun!"