Made hundreds of faces and spoke "larger than life" using about forty different melodramatically conceived, cartoon-like voices as if I was entertaining a hyperactive three year old. I WAS, sort of.
My daughter is coming out of her "funk" from seeing my head bleeding profusely last week, but she seems more like a toddler when she tries to interact, rather than a second grader. I think her trauma is leaving, but she has reverted to a younger, more innocent stage of development. It seems that she needs to grow up again after all this, in some ways.
I'm just glad to see her getting over it and starting to communicate in a two-way manner once again.