So last night, I’m sleeping and am awakened in the middle of the night by Katie, who is visiting our room for the second time that night. It’s probably 3 AM or so and here’s something like the conversation:
Kim: Katie, what’s wrong with your bed, honey?
Katie: there’s nothing real in there.
Kim (lovingly sarcastic as exhaustion can make you): What, are all the stuffed animals imaginary?
Katie: none of them are real. There’s nothing real in there.
So, she climbed in for a bit. She was lonely, but needed something “real.” I guess it’s good to be that, at least.