The Queen and I played pretend cook/eat/feed babies today after church. Mind you I had to feed the babies while she cooked and ate. She has stopped playing with the baby dolls once she discovered other toys. I think that playing with the dolls is too much like orphanage work. I am pretty sure, by her actions, that she cared for the younger kids in the institute and that she scrubbed spots out of clothes and helped with the laundry. So playing dolls is too close to being back in China*.
She is quite a hoot to play with though. She has a mind of her own and once she starts something there is no distracting her or persuading her to something else. She would rather let those babies starve than let me get near the kitchenette and get a spoon to feed them. However she was kind enough to fix me some food. She fixed me a jelly, balongna, and tomato sandwich. I vomited. Not really, just pretended since that is what she does with my cooking, ha ha. She cracks me up.
And she finished up our meal by pretending to hand wash her apron. See what I mean.
And the first picture is her with royal brother #1 showing off her poncho from her aunt Tracy. Thanks Tracy.