Piper at Play

In this house, I have found that there are many situations in which it is simply best to not ask any questions.

The big kids were outside.

Fox was taking a nap.

I was sitting at the desk, tip-tap-typing away.

Piper was playing by herself in the sunroom.

I overheard her tiny voice saying lots of “honey” and “sweetie”.

“What are you playing Little Willow?” I called to her.

“Oh, I am playing that I have two husbands,” she came in closer to explain.

“Two?  Hmmm.  What are their names?”

“Big Foot and Big Monkey.”

I don’t really need to know any more.