My mom decided to try and help Reagan play, because whenever Reagan plays dolls with other kids, she's controlling and obsessive. So my mom decided to play Tigger.
Here's the conversation:
MOM: "Hi, what grade can I be in at school?"
REAGAN: "Well, young man...."
MOM: "I'm a tigger!"
REAGAN: "Hehe, ok, well, you can be in my class."
MOM: "I think I should be in kindergarten. Can I bounce in kindergarten?"
REAGAN: " Um, well, it's, Mrs. Jewels is the teacher."
MOM: "But can I bounce??"
REAGAN: "Um, well, only at recess."
I think it's going well.
