Goodness Gracious, it started.
Simon and his sweet neighbor friend, let's call her "Sue," (protecting the innocent and all) have been playing house.
Yesterday, I was spying on them out the window while they played. Wait, hold on - it felt like spying, but he's four, so I think supervising play time is "parenting." Anyway, I came to the window mid-way through their game, but this is what I heard:
Simon: "I want to sleep with you."
Sue: "Fine, but then you have to kiss my belly."
Um.... okay? To be fair, I do don't think it was as bad as it sounded. I think the Mommy was making the Daddy sleep outside, and the Daddy was requesting that he be allowed to sleep in the house. Wait, maybe that's just as bad.
Then, today, in another game of "House," Sue had a doll stuffed up her shirt, and instructed Simon that he needed to get it out.
Not really sure if I'm supposed to intervene, or just sit back, enjoy the show and blog about it.