Yesterday I walked into Evy’s room and found a line of princesses all waiting to use the “potty.” (In case you couldn’t tell, Pocahontas is standing on a little toilet at the front of the line.) The next day, I glanced into a corner of the room and saw that Evy had arranged the princesses in a long line all waiting to grab a slice of pizza.
Who knew that living in New York City would have an impact on her imaginative play? It’s true-- we are always waiting in lines for something or other around here!
