I’ve momentarily lost track of where Charlie and Gigi are at…in the house…out of the house…near the busy street in front? I find them out back, on the deck.
From the kitchen window (which rises high above the right side of the lengthy deck span), I yell down, “What are you guys doing?!”
Charlie yells back, “Role playing!”
“What?!” I holler. “What do you mean…role playing?”
He shouts up, “We pretend we’re doing real life…like grown-ups…only we make it better.”