Oh Eirena!

The wonderful world of Eirena where reality and imagination and history are so melded into one that there no dividing line.
Take for example, her imaginary friend Noddy, for whom she makes up beds (all over the house) but has to have a friend (stuffed animal, i.e. visible) to sleep with.
A couple days ago she came out decalring that she was wearing pink panties to match her pink, twinkling nose (because Uncle Wiggily's nose twinkles).
Yesterday she was Moses smashing the ten commandments (bricks and stones smashed into the mud).
During December there was, at the shopping center where we go grocery shopping, a gold reindeer up at the corner, for decoration. It elicited much comment and excited from the underfoots.
Today on our way there, Eirena said, "where's the golden reindeer?"
To which I replied, "they took it down."
Eirena, "Did Moses smash it down?" (minor detail that he has been dead for a few thousand years).
Me, "no, he did not."
Eirena, "I thought the people were worshiping it." (Which in a strange way could be fairly accurate of all the gold reindeer represented, but the fact remains that Moses did not come and smash it down.)