
I was looking for an escape from full-time role play that seems to define our lives at the moment.

We managed two pictures before Feets started pouring seeds from pot to pot, cooking me dinner and informing me that I was her and Daddy was me and ... she was very happy.
Above, dinner, complete with saucepan, plates, pasta, spoon and sauce. Left, a self portrait. I admit, I was the art technician and did all the glueing, following careful instructions.