Froggy comes downstairs in her undies where Auntie Honka and I are watching TV. She has her mimi under one arm and a box of Nerds in her other hand and says, "NOW it's a party."
I dropped Froggy off at my dad's vet clinic while I did some last minute Christmas shopping. Grandma S. works there too, and my dad had the day off. Froggy stood at the door waiting for the animals to come in. She had a box of treats and wanted to great them as they entered. After a while of no visitors...
Froggy: Why aren't there any animals here?
Grandma S: Because Papa isn't here. And they come to see him.
Froggy: Well what do you do?
Grandma S: I do the books, pay bills, clean, file, make calls.
Froggy: Oh, so you do the WORK.
Froggy playing with a doll.
Froggy: She's sick and has a disease.
FM: What disease is it?
FM: What's that?
Froggy: A very bad disease.
FM: What does it do to her?
Froggy: It tries to kill her lungs.
Froggy is trying to process CF and it comes out in her play. She always has one stuffed animal, doll, figurine with CF. A few days ago, while playing with her ponies, this was her conversation.
Froggy picks up her purple pony and explains to the other ponies:
Froggy: This one has Cyxtic Fabrosix.
Her pony plays with the others for a while and then in an empathetic voice says to the other ponies...
Froggy: She isn't free. Cause she has Cyxtic Fabrosix.