My four year old loves playing Polly Pockets while his sister and brother are at school...and since there is no one left here at home to play with him, I am the chosen one. We have our routine in the morning and he's very patient. He came in the bathroom while I was drying my hair and asked, "Mama, do you want to be Soul Surfer Polly today?"
Introducing Soul Surfer Polly:
Let me just say that she did not lose her arm in a shark attack, but it's the name that my littlest man has given this certain Polly...he loved that movie...and I think he's the cutest for thinking of this.