“Sethie, are you sick?” Anaya asked the other day.
“Are you VERY sick?”
“Then you can die! Here is how you die.” Anaya dashed a short distance and laid down on the carpet.
Sethie was not necessarily enchanted with the thought of pretending to die. But now that his sister was on the floor, he thought of something he WOULD enjoy. He grabbed a doll stroller and raced toward Anaya with a gleam in his eye.
“See, Sethie? This is how you die. Sethie! Hey, no!”