This morning my five year old granddaughter asked me to "play Barbies" with her. Then she confessed that she didn't have any "boy" Barbies (I think she meant Ken). I happened to spot my model of Don Quixote at that moment, and seeing as how he was about the same size as her Barbie dolls, I suggested that I could dust him off and play with him.
She picked out the smallest of her Barbies, and we decided to call her Dulcinea. She decided they needed to be married, and that we should take a picture of them at their wedding.
I gave her my camera and asked her to take the picture while I held up the tablecloth for a background. The photo she took is very good considering she is one day short of her fifth birthday.
Later, after a slightly embarrassing attempt to remove his clothing, she pointed out that Don Quixote is actually made from a block of wood. "So he's not really a doll."
1 comment:
HAHA!
I am constantly amazed at what passes/doesn't pass for "real" in her world.
It seems she usually has valid reasoning for her conclusions. She'll make a good scientist someday...
...she's already a good Philosopher King.
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