"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.
"But...it's not my room," she said.
"Whose room is it?" He asked her.
"It's Molly's room," she said.
He chuckled. "Then where is your room?"
"At home," she said. "I'm really a big girl."
"I know you are, sweetheart, but you'll always be my little girl," he said.
"No, really..." she insisted. "Molly is little, and I'm big."
"So...that's the game you were playing," he said as they entered Molly's room. He sat down on the bed. "Why don't you read me a story to help me get to sleep then?" He handed her a copy of a picture book and sat next to her.
Melony felt confused. She didn't understand why he didn't believe her. She'd prove it to him. She opened the book. "My dog..." she stopped at the next word, frowning. She knew she should know the word, but she didn't recognize it. She looked down the page..drawing a complete blank.
