We are in a cafe with a children’s play area, which contains a little playhouse. The playhouse is empty. The Toddler marches over and commandeers it. For the war effort, you understand. Not that The Toddler is at war. But she will be if anyone tries to get in that playhouse. She is thinking ahead.
A rather brave/optimistic/clueless little boy approaches the house and attempts to enter. The Toddler pushes the door shut. This is her house now. She has a watering can and she is ready to defend her property.
Silly Mummy decides to utilise The Toddler’s love of inviting people in (to rooms, playpens, hallways, their own house). Silly Mummy says, ‘Can you let other people play too, please? Say, “Hello, please come in.” Okay?’
The Toddler nods, and dutifully approaches the little boy at the door: ‘Goodbye. See you soon.’
Not quite ‘please come in’, is it? Still, full marks for style and hutzpah.
After a brief period during which The Toddler is lured away from the playhouse with raisins, she is back in residence. In her absence, someone has tried to put the curtains back on the window. Those are coming down. They don’t match The Toddler’s watering can.
Some older girls try to enter the house. The Toddler (and her watering can) dispatch them. Silly Mummy has another word with The Toddler about sharing the playhouse: ‘Can you let other people come in and play too, if they want to?’ This time The Toddler is more amenable. Undeterred by the current lack of anyone wanting to enter the house, The Toddler yells, ‘Oh yes! Come on, people!’