The Squeaker's imagination has really taken off. He's developed this habit of walking around in circles around the living room, spouting off whatever comes into his head. Sometimes it's difficult to follow, though, so I end up going, "oh, really?" and "Wow!" or repeating the last bits back to him framed as a question so that he feels like I totally get him even though I have no idea what he's talking about.
Squeaker: Mom, I just really love my Dragon. His name is Gideon.
Me: Oh, really? Where is he right now?
S: He's on top of the Earth. With Heavenly Father. I just love Heavenly Father so much, too.
Me: Me, too.
S: But when Gideon goes to be with Heavenly Father, he will use his firebending and then he'll come down into the water and he will be very sad.
Me: He'll be very sad?
S: Yep. And then after he does that he will fly around and around and go into the car and we'll drive all the way to Texas because I love Grandma and Grandpa so much. But then Gideon my dragon will firebend at them and they'll die. [changing direction] You know that one time we went to the park? I really hated all the people there. Because one boy tried to take my blue train. Remember that, mom?
S: I have a frog in my throat. Then it went in my tummy. When I grow up and turn into a young man, the frog will come out of my tummy and it will be born and it will be my pet.
Me: It will be your pet?
S: I'm going to drive this car, now [turns away and pretends to operate a steering wheel while making motor noises.]
I wish I was making some of that up, but nope.
My mom says he gets it from me.