Ha! Just kidding, no guessing involved. I’ve just heard that so many times today (and by the way actual guessing about what comes next is not in any way shape or form allowable) I feel the need to start every conversation with it, like this:
I hate playing pretend.
Unfortunately Ivy (the supreme guess whater) LOVES it.
Somethings are tolerable, I can pretend to be the bad queen (and the wicked witch) all day long if necessary. I guess somethings just come naturally…
But the one thing that I never, ever want to do is pretend to make toys talk.
Not horses, not stuffed dogs, not rocks pretending to be talking rocks – nothing.
Ivy has lots of toys (and she’s good and finding rocks), and she wants to make them all talk-all the time.
For instance, Ivy has lots of toy horses, lots of horses that need another person to hold them -in a very specific manner -and make them talk. BUT (before you get all, your such a meanie that’s not so bad on me) they can’t just say whatever you want. Oh no! Ivy wants the horses to say what she wants them to say, but you have to say it. Sounds fun huh? For awhile I was able to escape the talking horses by telling her that my horses didn’t talk. My horses ran, and ate grass and sorted themselves by color, position, and gender, but they didn’t talk. Now Ivy walks up with her horses and says, “Mom, want to play horses with me?… ALL my horses talk.”
– dang –
I like to think I’m not a complete dud in Ivy’s playing world. We set up forts, stables, farmyards and villages for her and her toys. I help her dress like a princess, play board and card games and sometimes we build things out of Johns chemistry models.
Who knew chemistry could be so fun?
Then they started talking, and suddenly it was bedtime.
What can I say? I really hate making toys talk!