I think the couch should write an expose titled something like "t's are like pop tarts and other silly-sounding truths" and una you could be the editor!

I say this, because I'm beginning to be in agreement as well. T's not real. Last time I got the notion in my head as I was looking at her that it's like she's sitting behind a huge pane of glass, unreachable, untouchable. That may be a tad unfair of me because she has appeared to have been touched by things I've shared in the past, but.... yeah it is what it is. I'm planning to do a sand tray today when I go and am prepared with that image in mind, I went to the dollar store and bought a little picture frame that I removed the glass from and am bringing with me for that purpose. I don't recall seeing any small pieces of glass in her sand play shelves, so now there shall be one.