Claudia walks into the living room with my fancy purse, the one I take to weddings and the opera.
“Mommy, I like your purse. It is very beautiful.”
“Well, thank you.” I say. “Why do you have my dress up purse? Where did you find my dress up purse?”
“What were you doing in my bedroom?”
Since this cleared nothing up I went in my bedroom to see how one would go about playing England. I guess I was picturing a tea party with the Queen or something but I was mistaken.
Apparently playing England involves taking all of your library books and half of your regular books and putting them all in my bed. This is where Ian lives. Then Claudia comes to visit him with every stuffed animal she has and all of her dolls.*
“Okay,” I said “but I still don’t understand why you would call it playing England.”
Ian rolled his eyes at me. “Because it is NEW England.”
Okay. Wicked cool then, I guess, but I still want to know why that girl has my nice purse.
* As annoying as that is (and I foresee an argument about getting all of that crap out of my bedroom before they go to bed) it could have been worse. They could have been forming a punk band or acting like football hooligans.
UPDATED TO ADD
Ian just told me he had to download his dog again. I have no idea what that means but it sounds filthy.