Ruby and Emma have been playing a new game where they pretend they are their aunt and uncle, Christa and Shane. The game usually involves a car and driving to the mall to buy a backpack.
Today they were having trouble getting the game going, Emma was a little distracted and Ruby was getting frustrated so I decided to step in and lend a hand. Ruby is in the “car” (our living room ottoman with a cape wrapped around her as a “seat-bewt”) and Emma’s holding a toy phone. This scene unfolded:
ME: Christa, why don’t you call Shane and see if he’ll come pick you up.
EMMA (CHRISTA): Okay, ring, ring. Hi Shane.
RUBY (SHANE): Hi Christa, I’ll come pick you up now okay?
EMMA (CHRISTA): No, I too big.
RUBY (SHANE): Uuuugh! Emma, you should just say yes!
ME: Shane will come and pick you up in the car, not pick up your body.
EMMA (CHRISTA): Okay.
They get in the car. A few minutes later another fight erupts and Ruby is frustrated again and starts crying.
EMMA (on the phone): Ring, ring. (She covers the mouthpiece and looks at me and whispers “It’s Ruby.”) Hi Ruby? Stop crying.
RUBY (from the other room): Uuuuuugh!
This is a picture I took yesterday of their secondary mode of transportation, a “bus” made from two kitchen chairs. Shane is driving and Christa is the diva in the back seat. You can tell she’s a diva by her keen fashion sense, and fashion-over-function eye-wear selection.
DISCLAIMER: Just for the record, Christa and Shane do not fight this much. And I can’t say for certain, but I’m pretty sure they don’t go backpack shopping this often either.