Being the Baby

Today, Henry and I decided to play "Baby" and I got to be the baby - which was SO COOL. So, I laid on the sofa under a down blankie and cried because I wanted to read "one more book". Henry curled up with me and read me a book. Then he "left", and I cried. He returned. I said, "I peed out." He sighed and hunched his shoulders and pretended to change my diaper (awfully speedily, I might add), then left. I cried. He returned and I said, "I'm thirsty." He went to get me a pretend drink. "Goodnight, it's night time," he said.

I cried. He returned. "I'm scared of the dark," I said. He gave me a hug and a toy, and told me that I would be ok. That, in fact, he "hoped" that there were no monsters or tigers or bears. My eyes grew big, I cried, and I held him tight saying, I wanted to stay close to him. He told me that he has to tend to my little brother and do this, that, and the other thing. I cried, and told him that I didn't really care. He sighed, hung his upper body from his shoulders and returned to me.

This went on for a good length of time (it was one of the easiest games for me as it required near no work at all.) At one point he ran screaming from me. I thought, yeah, I've done that. It pretty much doesn't work.