Sunday night, the Pumpkin and I were playing in her room with her dolls and dollhouse before bed. I was trying to get her to put the dolls to bed in the dollhouse and then go to bed herself. She was insisting the dolls weren't tired, and she wasn't either.
I had the "big sister" doll, and she had the "mommy" doll. This was the conversation the dolls had:
caramama as Big Sister Doll: Oh, Mommy. I'm so tired. I'm going to go up and go to bed now.
Pumpkin as Mommy Doll: No, you do not go to bed now.
caramama as Big Sister Doll: But I'm so tired. Can't I please go up and go to sleep?
Pumpkin as Mommy Doll: No, you cannot. If you go up, then a monster is going to get you and hurt you and eat you up! And you will be very sad!
caramama as herself, trying to stifle laughter: Oh, Pumpkin. Mommy's don't say that. Mommy's never say that to their kids!
Pumpkin as Mommy Doll: Yes I do! And the monster is big and scary and it will get you! So you better stay here with me.
I was really amused, and kind of horrified. So I quickly maneuvered the conversation down a different path. I don't even remember what exactly I said to get her off of that, but we soon were having the Big Sister Doll wash up for bed and the Mommy Doll read her books in bed, while I took over as Daddy Doll to put the Twin Babies Dolls to bed.
The next morning, she told the Pookie that he had to stay somewhere or a crocodile would get him. Yikes! Thankfully, he doesn't yet understand those words.
5 comments:
That's so funny!
We just play school. Endlessly.
And get served duplo blocks that are cupcakes.
She also likes to build a "cake" out of her duplo blocks and make us all sing happy birthday to someone she picks, apparently at random.
This age is weird, isn't it? They imitate us but with let's say a little more flavor? :)
Rosie doesn't play with her dolls like that. I think Pumpkin is trying to tell you something though caramama. "I don't want to go to bed." haha!
We play a lot of kitchen around here. Rosie has a play kitchen from IKEA and a bunch of plastic food. This evening I was served a plastic donut, peas, grapes, and an egg.
Also, the Pumpkin may be onto something regarding the crocodile... I have it on very good authority from Rosie that there are crocodiles at the grocery store, which is why she has to stand on the end of the cart instead of walk. I'm sure the Pumpkin just has the Pookie's best interest at heart. :)
i wonder if she didnt give you a glimpse into her own fears there? Anytime the kids tell me they're scared of the dark, i launch into a discussion that covers: no such thing as monsters, lights on or off everything is exactly the same, no strangers can get into the house with us and the dog there, and they should be way more afraid of me getting tired of coming in than they should be of the dark ; D
We have lots of monster talk in our house but it's not play acted with dolls, it's just in general conversation about the monsters as though they are in the next room. Monsters talk to Tate, monsters aren't nice, and most recently monsters aren't able to do anything that big boys can do. It used to worry me but now that it seems to have gone from monsters being mean and scary to just a less than creature I feel like it's definitely a phase tool for expressing feelings. I certainly hope the monster isn't just a representation of how he perceives me because, really, monsters are humorless jerks as far as I can tell! :)
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