Animal spirit brings me to this fun anecdote:

I am not living with a little human boy, but rather a batling. DS2 has spent the last 3 weeks fully immersed in his alter-ego role of a ghost-faced batling. When he half-wakes at night to nurse, I get, "Mummy bat, can I please nurse?" He even talks in his sleep about echolocation, finding nectar, and dodging around stalagmites in "our cave." I have to hand it to him, he's committed to the role.

At one point I forgot his species and mistakenly called him a Jamaican fruit eating bat, but I was given a stern talking-to about how he uses echolocation to eat insects, not find fruits. Yeeesh, Mum, try to keep up will you? wink
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