Yesterday Maggie brought me the book "Tiptoe into Kindergarten" and pointed to the rice table in the drawing and said, "Mom! I play it! PLEASE!?"
"That looks fun, huh?" I said.
"But Mom! I PLAY IT! Please?" she insisted.
"Yes, you can play with the book," I said.
"NO, MOM. I PLAY IT!" she screamed.
"You want to play with the rice table? Well, we don't have one, but it sure looks fun, doesn't it?" I said.
And at that point she threw herself on the floor and screamed her lungs out. I think one of her lungs actually came out (but I made her swallow it back down. I figured it was an important organ).
Then this morning she brings me another book and points to the little girl in the picture playing in a wading pool with 2 mermaid dolls. "Mom, I play mermaid?" she asks.
And since we don't have any mermaid dolls you can imagine how the rest of it played out. I wish I could just shove her into the book to play for the day. I could retrieve her later, for lunch, or maybe just let her have what the story people are having. It might be a good break, for both of us.