February 16, 2002 - Saturday
Harry and I were outside this afternoon playing in the driveway and walking in the road. Harry was playing with sticks and snowballs and I was throwing ice balls across the street. Harry started making believe he was talking to someone. "Come here. I'm calling you," he said to an imaginary entity off the side of the road. He had a stick in his hand and he was thrusting it as he spoke. I don't know what that means, but I know where the other stuff came from.