A Bit Player

Both of the males are out for the evening, so C and I are spending a few hours devoted just to playing (aka "pyaying"). The stuffed animals and dolls are lined up on the bed, ready to put on a show. There are about two dozen or so (with many dozen more ready for action). C, as always, has a clear vision of how this play will, uh, play out. So who do I get to be? The mommy? No, C will be the mommy. The daddy? No, C will also be the daddy. The sister or brother? Princess? dentist? Ditto, ditto, ditto. So who do I get to be. "You are the audience." Sigh.