They have called 911 several times, each time exclaiming with increased urgency that the babies are coming and they don't know what to do. They seem scared. Come quickly! they yell, There isn't much time!
The youngest throws the toy phone to the floor in disgust when she gets the prerecorded message: Do you want to play? She doesn't want to play, she yells, she wants the amby-lens to come and save the baby kitties who are having trouble being born. She calls again and is put on hold, I can hear the muzak while she impatiently taps her foot. The oldest tells the mama stuffed-cat to push and take short little breaths. After much loving guidance and stern support the kittens are born, the mama lives, and the family room pet-shop/veterinary hospital is returned to order. All is well in the universe once again.
Oh, how our afternoon playtime has evolved!
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