So I found myself playing "barfing dollies" this evening. It consisted of Bee having one of her dollies, Maggie, throwing up on herself (imaginary vomit, thank goodness) and then needing to have her clothes changed.
My job was to pretend to wash and iron the soiled clothes. I much prefer to make believe I'm doing the laundry than actually do it, so I was happy to oblige.
I am glad that Bee's experience with getting carsick on herself during our trip in the mountains has provided her with this new creative outlet. I am, however, not hoping for a live repeat performance.
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