Last week the children were playing one of their favorite imaginary games, Baby Commander.
They have not played this in months, but they brought it out again, much to my delight.
This game involves Famous Baby C sitting, decked out in regal style (usually wrapped in her beloved Silkie), issuing commands to her older brother. He follows each and every one (until he gets fed up) without question. And he calls her Baby Commander through the whole thing, spelling bee style, saying, “Baby Commander” before and after he obediently does her bidding.
This time she actually wore her tiara.
Can you stand it?