Today Eva Rose was pushing her dolly around her baby carriage. The doll was wrapped tightly in a blanket. I watched as she carefully placed another blanket over the entire basket, as if to keep out the sun or the mosquitoes, or the swine flu germs. She looked so precious. Images of her future danced through my brain and my heart.
I smiled adoringly at my sweet girl. "You are such a good mommy."
She looked at me with an odd, slightly menacing little grin.
"I'm not pretending to be a mommy. I'm pretending to be a baby stealer!"