Yesterday as I pulled into the garage, Flik asked me, "Can we play pretend?"
"Sure," I responded.
And as he hopped out of his carseat, he continued with...
"And don't go in that door, go to the front door. But wait until I go inside first. And then go to the front door and ring the doorbell. And I'll come to the door and I'll open the door and I'll say, 'Who are you?' And you say your name. And I'll invite you in. And then you can come inside, but you have to pretend like I don't know you. Ok?"
It's probably only a matter of time before he starts handing out printed scripts.
