Ella just tells me about this game she plays with “the boys” at school. She sits somewhere up high and pretends she’s having a picnic. And all the boys are dogs. And she is their owner. And they’re really bad dogs. And they end up knocking over the whole picnic. And then she has to train them. Then she went on to demonstrate how she says “Sit!” and then sits to show them. And then she says “Come!” and runs away and they all run after her.
What a great image!
And better than the stories she tells me about her so-called best female friends who seem to spend most of their time fighting with and excluding eachother.