"Melony, who were you talking to?" her daddy asked.
"Um ... no one," she lied.
"Now don't lie to me. Telling lies is bad. Now, who was it?"
"Um ... Molly."
"And why are you calling Molly?"
"I didn't want to play anymore."
"Play? Play what?" her daddy asked, growing concerned.
"Let's Pretend," she answered.
"I don't understand. You're still playing it? Honey, Molly went home. She needs to go to bed, just like you, sweetheart. Now, come on. Let's get you back to your room," he said, urging her back up the stairs.
