When I married Jacques Littlefield in 1985, he had a housekeeper, Sue, who had a daughter who was then about 24 months. Let's call the daughter SallySue.
When my daughter JumperGirl was born, three years later, it was like SallySue had the best dolly ever.
A bit later, when Jumper Girl could talk, they would play these long games about princesses. Who could shoot guns. And take prisoners. It was SallySue who convinced Jumper Girl that diapers were so last year.
Right now, SallySue is working late. Jumper Girl is taking care of SallySue's son, who is almost three. At the moment, they are playing dinosaurs.
Raaarrrrh. I am happy.
PS: when a small boy is getting worried about monsters or his mama not being there, a small hand pump sprayer filled with water & a few drops of rosemary oil makes an excellent worry-repeller.

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