Play House

“Let’s play house,” Michelle said. “I’ll be the single mom, and you two will be my daughters.”

Michelle grinned as she stood up while Cynthia blushed. “I um, actually don’t need diapers,” Cynthia said. “It’s something Margaret has **** me to use.”

“Alright then,” Michelle said. “How about you be the cat then.”

“Boo,” Alexa said. “She should be the dog.”

Michelle rolled her eyes. “We all know cats are better,” Michelle said.

“Maybe we should ask Cynthia which she prefers,” Alexa said, turning to Cynthia. “Do you want to be the cat, dog, or baby?”

Cynthia thought about it, nibbling her lip.