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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