Little Miss, who’s turning two in exactly a month, wakes up from her nap, and hearing her sing-songy voice, I walk into her room just in time to witness the following scene:
“Oh! Mickey diaper wet. Change Mickey’s diaper!”
Mickey Mouse is one of her many bedfellows - I can see how she thinks his red breeches are diapers. She begins to “change” him, either oblivious to my presence or simply ignoring me.
“Goodness! Lotta peepee in the diaper!”
I don’t know where she gets that from, really (*whistling innocently*). She lifts Mickey’s legs and exposes his behind.
“Put the medicine cream…”
And she applies the “affected area” with “diaper rash cream” before announcing:
I am highly amused – she just reenacted a scene she remembers well, except with the roles reversed, where she’s playing mommy.
Isn’t it funny how you see yourself in your kids’ pretend play? When they’re at the prime age to parrot the adults, do you often wonder to yourself, do I really do that?
I know, this is only the beginning, and it’s only going to get more
embarrassing interesting in the future. For now at least, watching her role play is my new favorite thing. Until she begins to unearth my bad habits that is. Then perhaps I’ll steer her towards Legos.
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What is your favorite memory of a parroting or role-playing child? Least favorite? What’s the next stage should I be looking forward to? Or afraid of?