House.
There are many versions of this game. It can be played with dolls, plastic food, wooden blocks, dress up clothes, with snack, and apparently, as of today, play dough. And while there may be many versions, there is only one narrative. There is a mom, sometimes two moms depending on numbers and dispositions, a baby, a big sister, and a teenager.
I confess to being ambivalent to this game. I remain present because the pecking order leads to conflict. But I have a hard time engaging. Want to go for a bike ride, I'm your man. Going to the park? Pick me. House? Happy to supply the snacks and safe passage – Just don't get it…
3 Ginger Snaps 