Some tidbits from Elena trying to play soccer:
"Here's how you play soccer. You sit there, Mama. I will dribble back and forth, and you say to me, 'Go, go, go! Good job!'"
She went off dribbling for a while at high speed while I did as she requested. But then while running furiously, she said, "Tell me to stop now, Mama! Tell me to stop!"
ER: "Let's play with teams now"
me: "Okay, shall I be on your team?"
ER: "Yes."
me: "So is Nonna on the other team?"
ER: (shocked at the suggestion) "No! She's on OUR team!"
me: "So... we're all on the same team? There's just one team?" (Thinking, "Basically, like we've been doing up until now?")
ER: "Yes. We're all on the same team together."
In my world, teams only make sense when there are more than one of them. An "us" and a "them" of sorts. But not in Elena's world...
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