Today the girls are being pilgrims. I'm the storekeeper so they keep buying things from me—blankets and clean water and bottles for their babies. I don't quite have the heart to tell them that the pilgrims didn't have a store to buy things from because they're playing together so nicely.
When they came to show off their baby dolls, Rachel said, "We're pregnant—look at our babies!"
That's one that I didn't feel bad clearing up for her.
"If you already have your babies then you're not pregnant. You're pregnant before you have a baby. After you have the baby you're just a mother."
"Oh—okay! We're mothers! Look at our babies!"