My 2.5 year old daughter is most content, when playing on her own, to enact and narrate scenes with various Duplo people, Lego minifigures, Playmobil figures, Little People, and their various envrionments: a plane, a jungle scene, a cavalry of horses, a pirate ship. She chatters incessantly while I surf on my Nexus 5, both of us absorbed and not needing the other, but sitting back to back, sometimes literally within the same breathing space.
I look up, and she has a few of them seated in a circle around a makeshift feast, or lined up for some ceremonial task, or neatly seated in the plane, waiting for takeoff or having landed, for the seat-belt sign to blink off?
She is the master of their fate. I catch words here and there, but she knows exactly what she's saying, and content to let it play out.
She has taken to carrying a few of these little figures around with her the way other kids carry a "stuffy" around, or the way her brother used to carry Hot Wheels cars around, and then tow trucks, and now dinosaurs.
This is play, said to be rehearsal for real life, and yet, it IS her life, right now.
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