Imaginary Becca

Julianna says:
Becca is here. My friend Becca. (Who is Becca?) My friend. She is my friend. She is playing in our house. It is raining in our house. The raindrops are coming in. (How do you know Becca?) She is my friend. I visit her in her truck. She lives in Kansas. She is tiny like me and has pink hair. I visit her. [Julianna runs and gets a piece of paper.] She shows it to me and says: This is Becca in her airplane. She is on the airplane. I say, "You are spectacular, Julianna!"  Julianna looks at me for a second and then bursts out, "Oh! AMAZING. Becca is AMAZING!"

I went right to the computer right after this conversation so that I wouldn't forget what she'd said. Julianna continued to talk to me as I typed and this is what she said:

My name is Charlie. I'm supposed to be in fourth grade. My brother's not nice. But I was angry. I was angry to my brother. So my mom supposed to be in my school. And my mom was tolden her school. Can you see my couch? My couch is in the air. Yep, it's flying to Becca. Do you have a couch? (Uh-huh.) I have a couch at my house. This is my couch.