Saturday, March 7, 2015

Please Tell Me I Don't Have To Pay For Your Friends' Therapy

A week or so ago I picked my daughter up from school and asked her what she had played during recess.

"Just a game.  I was a doll."

"A doll?  Really?"  My daughter is not one to play with dolls.

"Yep.  And the boys were so surprised at what I could do!"

"Uh, what could you do?"

"Kill them."

My silence must have contained a species of audible shock, because she quickly reassured me that people pretend-died all the time in playground games. Still, I had to ask what kind of doll she was.  It turns out that she was talking about this one:

I wish I knew how she playacted it out.

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