Imagination

Spence: Mommy, what's a mip?
Me: A mit?
Spence: No, a mip.
Me: Hmm. I've never heard that word before.
Spence: A mip is a thing that hops around and breathes fire and breath. And it sneezes and sneezes and makes bogies go flying all over the grass.
Me: (trying not to, but laughing my head off at the imagery of a little hopping, fire-breathing animal with a cold and a mucous problem)