The Nature of Reality

We were treated to some existential ponderings while we prepared lunch today. (What was D having for lunch, you might ask. She was having steamed broccoli, tuna with mayonnaise, and a breakfast cookie.)

So all of a sudden, she says, "Am I really real?" Before we could answer she formulated another option: "Am I in a book, or no?" We told her that she is really real but of course we were much more interested in her own thoughts on the subject: "I think someone's reading a book and it's extremely long because we're really real."

And who do you think is reading the book?
"A mama is reading the book to her children."

I have to say, I think this is a pretty sweet worldview. Can you tell she has two parents with graduate degrees in literature? If any family believes in books, it's ours!