(In the car, on the way to ballet, David was reluctantly playing one of Ruth’s favorite imaginary games.)
Ruth: Ok. Do you want to be magic or non-magic?
David: Uh, magic. (Said with a note of duh in his voice)
Ruth: Ok you have to be a girl. Only girls are magic.
Ruth: Ok, are you magic or not magic?
David: Hmmm….magic. (Said with a gleam in his eye)
Ruth: Ok. Then you are a girl.
Ruth: Ok, now do you want…
David: Poof. Now I’m a boy.
Ruth: You can’t do that.
David: Sure, I can. I’m magic.
Ruth: NO! You aren’t playing right.
Ruth: Ok. Are you magic or not magic?
Luckily ballet is only about 5 minutes from our house.