"And all we had was this sandpit?"
"But we were happy? Cause we played?"
"Pretend we had to build a dam?"
"I'm 15 and you're 10. And our parents are dead."
One thing I've noticed. In all these pretend-play scenarios, Jason and I get rubbed out pretty quickly. They are always scrappy orphans with absent and/or dead parents. Seriously, every time.
"Pretend our dad is at work and our mom died."
"Our parents died when we were babies and we have a puppy."
"We went to look for our mom but she had to go on a trip?"
I guess that gets us out of the way, right? Parents are boring.
I think they're happy to resurrect us, though, when we offer popsicles.(Don't worry. The latest research indicates that 18 month olds benefit from ginormous raspberry lemon popsicles. It's hydrating. Can't you see Grace radiate health and vitality?)
Despite our demise, it was a nice morning.