Molly wanted to play “mummy and baby”. With me playing her mummy and her playing – my child. (Because we never do that in real life.)
She was using a squeaky voice to talk to her “mum” which I don’t get at all – you’re a kid playing that you’re a kid! Just use your normal, already squeaky voice! (Also, babies don’t talk.)
This game made me think, though. I decided I needed to play more in my life. I might be taking life too seriously. To change that, I’m about to play that I’m a tired adult watching TV now. In an hour I’ll play that I’m going to sleep.