We have a lot of pretend play around here. And by “a lot” I mean constant. We aren’t somewhere for more than two minutes before we have the following exchange:
M: What is this store/restaurant/family called?
M: Oh. I’m an XYZ worker/cook/person.
Really truly, that exact exchange, multiple times a day. Often the first thing I hear from K in the morning is, “I’m [insert friend’s name here].” Don’t get me wrong. Despite the fact that I can get a little annoyed by constantly having to be someone else, I’m all for pretend play. Let those little imaginations run wild!
Until we come home from church, and M announces, “Hey Mom, I’m Jesus!” Does anyone else get the feeling that it might be time for some ground rules?