Mary Virginia likes to play house, and whenever she does, she assigns everyone a character. For example, last weekend she was playing house at the beach. She was the mommy, David was the daddy, Tom was the grandpa, and I was the mermaid statue.
One morning before playing house we were ironing out the details:
Mary Virginia: But Mommy, if I’m the mommy then who will you be?
Me: (still cleaning up from breakfast and not really wanting to stop to play) Maybe I can be the maid?
Mary Virginia: But what is the maid?
Me: The maid is like the person who lives in the castle and does all the cooking and cleaning.
Mary Virginia: No, that’s the mommy.
(I asked her why she had black marker on her face and she responded, “I don’t have black marker on my face.”)