She moved our rectangular woven hamper from the corner to the middle of the room. She covered the lid with a towel and placed a toothbrush holder on top and put some pencils in the slot for the toothbrush. She went to her room and came back with a couple of notepads and placed it on top, too.
What are you doing?
I'm playing pub. Mom, what is a waiter?
A waiter is someone who asks you what you want and then gets it for you.
I'm a french waiter?
What's a french waiter?
They're the waiter who closes their eyes and they have mustache and then they say, "May I help you?" (she haughtily says this with her nose turned up, eyes closed, pencil on the right hand, notepad on the other.)
Oh, like a Maitre D. (I'm giggling now with her imitation of a maitre d)
Why are you laughing?
Nothing! You're a good maitre d.
What else am I missing from my pub?
What do you have?
I have a pretend table over here and a pretend chair over here. And over here (behind the hamper) is my pretend kitchen where my pretend chef works.
You need pretend plates, glasses and utensils.
I know! (she goes back to her bedroom and came back with her kitchen set and puts it behind the hamper) Now, this is where my chef works.
You better put those back when you're done playing.
But, mom...
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