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!

Illustrated by Pat M. Hoggan