We were hanging out on the couch while Roland played around on the floor with his cars. His play took him to the open door, where he stopped to stare out the screen for a minute.
Suddenly he was in my lap making a scared face. But a playing-it-up scared face. We asked what was wrong and he said, "I scared."
"You're scared? Of what?"
"There's a monster outside? Is it nice? Want me to come look?"
"Yeah, nice monster. Come on." He hopped off my lap and what you see is what happened next.
A few nights ago he told Mom a story about a dragon family that lives outside. The baby lives in my motorcycle and is protected by Batman at night. The dad dragon lives outside. He's adding to it I think.