Pretending

By Karen Staten

I love to dress in Mother’s old clothes,

In big, long dresses that reach to my toes.

Next, onto my feet I slip Mother’s shoes

And rush out to tell all my neighbors the news.

Then home to my dolly I come, before long;

I rock her to sleep while I sing a soft song.

My brother pretends he’s the dad when we play

Our favorite game. First, he leaves for the day.

And while he is gone, I bake us a treat:

Some chocolate mud cakes that tonight we will eat

At the end of our game. What is it? Have you guessed?

Of all pretend games, family home evening is best!