Isn't it cute? It came with a sweet little all-American family--Mom, Dad, Sister, Baby, and Grandma, too. Even a pet dog. And at first, Molly girl played with it just like I envisioned she would. It was too precious to listen to her role-play. "Come on baby, time for a bath." and "Oh, Puppy. You hungry?" or "Bye, bye. I go to work now." All said in her sweet, little dramatic play voice.
But lately? Lately the playing has been reduced to this:
"Aaahhhhhh, there's a monster coming!" (as the sweet mommy and baby are "flying" thru the air in the plastic bed which has become a makeshift rocket ship) "Bad guy coming!!!"
And then what's worse is that Molly gets her PINK CINDERELLA (think gentle, kind princess) megaphone, stands up on the coffee table and shouts, "Shoot it! Shoot it!"
Nice. Perhaps it's evident that a 5 year-old good guy/bad guy obsessed big brother also lives here?
2 comments:
Isn't it funny that they always find some other use for the toy that what it was made for? Love her imagination though!
hahahahahahahhahaahhahhaha...that is one funny post!
So sweet, so innocent...NOT!
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