Zoe (age 2) was playing Playmobiles at our house. She declared the little brunette to be Alia. The little red-head was Zoe. The man was Daddy. The woman was Mommy.
But Zoe kept yanking at the Mommy's left hand. "Zoe, don't do that. You don't want to break the Mommy." You see, Playmobile aprons come off and on. Playmobile boots come off and on. Playmobile hats come off and on. Zoe was stymied: she could not take the left hand off. "Mommy. Hand. Mommy. Hand. Hand. Off."
Oh. Sometimes it takes a while for me to get it.
The child finally consented to imagine that the Playmobile-Mommy's hand was off.
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I took me two reads of your post to get it, too, why she wanted the hand off!
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