N has been creating stories to tell us. They come in installments, like mini-chapters, all revolving around the same elements with details coming in at random times.
N tells us he has a yellow house in California made of brick. In it, live his daughter and so many toys that he can't live there and has to come here (our house) to sleep.
While blow-drying my hair this morning, N came rushing in, shoving the door open, shouting, "Mommy! Mommy! My yellow house is made of bricks and it fell down! I have to rebuild it!" Then he ran out.
I have no idea where this is coming from, but I'm excited to hear the next chapter.