I've been trying to help my daughter understand the difference between make-believe and reality. She's probably a little young for it, but she has such an active fantasy life, it tends to impinge on family interactions--like blocking the door, making her father and I wait outside with groceries so her imaginary friends can all get inside.
Today she was wanting to play with a purse-sized collapsible umbrella. I was in the midst of making lunch and told her she'd have to wait.
"But it's raining," she insisted. "For real!"
"It's not raining for real," I responded. "It's raining for pretend inside your head."
"No," she exclaimed. "It's raining for real inside my head!"