Wyatt and I were just sitting here eating breakfast and all of a sudden he's talking about baby Candy. Now, Candy has been his suggested name for our baby since Halloween, so I thought maybe he was talking about that baby. But no! He's apparently talking about his baby. So I asked if I could hold her and he said yes. Then he wanted her back and wanted to go play with her in the family room. I told him if he needed any help with Candy that he should let me know.
He, no kidding, carefully pretend-carried his imaginary baby Candy down the steps then walked over to his toy chest to play with her. Then he said, "help, help!" so I went in and he's still cradling his arms and, therefore, cannot open the toy box. So I opened it for him and then he wanted to put baby Candy down. So we got a pillow off the couch and 'put' her on it. Then I heard him say, "wanna play, Candy? Okay. Oh, I love ooo, Candy." Then next thing I know he's back in the kitchen, 'showing' her the foam apple wreath he made at MOPS last week. "See Candy? I made dat. Here Candy, come in here!" And then he took her into the pantry where he loves to play.
And then he ditched her.
But hey, maybe this is a step in the right direction!