Last night I read Phoebe (Clara had passed out on my lap earlier so went straight to bed) The Velveteen Rabbit. She loved it and I loved reading it to her. I thought the story had just washed over her in the way they often do but I think she understood more than I gave her credit for.
Today in the car on the way back from swimming she was having a long conversation with Moose (her best buddy since she was teeny) and it ended with her telling him in a sotto voce that when he was older she promised the nursery magic fairy would come and see him and he would be a real Moose!
I could have cried!