K was counting family members.
"we have me... E... mommy... and daddy!" he paused, looking around.
then, "we used to have a sister but we don't have her anymore."
this was something new. i did a quick memory check. had i given birth to another child at one point and forgotten? no, definitely not. what then? was there something in our past that could have been mistaken as a sister that was now causing this conversation? i decided to dig deeper.
what was her name, K?
"hers name was drum set girl." (nodding) " she was fun. "
daddy caught wind of our convo and joined in.
"what did she look like?"
"oh, she have yewwow hair." (again, very confident.)
"oooh, yellow haired drumset girl! what happened to her?"
"she had to go bye bye. she was too bespensive."
and there you have it.