That's what's wrong with me. Just ask my children. Today B.B. asked if I wanted to play house with him. I had just collapsed on the couch & wasn't up to playing, so I politely declined. Then he said, "It's OK, Mommy. You tan be da mommy in dis game. Baby Bitsy tan be da baby Bitsy in dis game. Daddy tan be da daddy in dis game. #1 Son tan be da #1 Son in dis game. I tan be da B.B. in dis game. Dis house tan be our house in dis game. Dis chair tan be our chair in dis game." Now that's a game I can play.
As I was pouring her bath tonight, I called BabyGirl into the bathroom. She skipped in and said, "Yes, Mom?" in an oddly falsetto voice. Then whispered, "We're playing house. Pretend you're the mom and I'm your daughter and B.B. is your son. Only my name is 'Christina' in this game and your name is 'Ellie' except we call you 'Mom.' B.B., what do you want your name to be? You can be 'Bobby'. But it's just for pretend, Mom."