Independent play

It was a hot one here in Jersey today. The mercury flirted with 100, making the 25-year-old central air conditioning in This Old House very welcome. We spent a good bit of time lounging around, playing whatever tickled our fancy. I gravitated to Yankees/A's on TV, while Greta decided to play something she called simply, "Baby." At one point in about the third inning, I glanced over and she was pretending to breastfeed one of her dolls. She even asked for assistance to remove her halter top so baby could get a better "latch." Are you freakin' kidding me? Grow up soon, Lincoln, I'm waaay too outnumbered!