playing house

    Auditioning roof tops.  This is a kind of playing house that I enjoy.  The childhood kind- not so much.  As the oldest of four, and bossy creature that I was, you would think that I would've grabbed the role of Mama.  But no, I would climb on a bed and proclaim that I was the baby, and proceed to babble, gurgle and cry.  I knew from watching my own mom that her's was the role of  Never-Ending-Worker.  I was also bad at Barbie dolls.  I cut her hair, broke her leg, and when forced to play with friends, as they were busy dolling their's up for dates (pun intended), mine would slam out the door and storm past Ken, shouting, "I'm going to work!"