H was here. She's 9 and lives next door. After a cool month or so of pretending they don't play with dolls any more, the girls have finally warmed up enough to admit that nothing could be further from the truth. So now, from the minute H invites herself in, the game of Families begins. H is always the Mum (on account of her 'eldest' status) who takes the two oldest doll-kids to nursery; L is always the teenage sister who stays at home to look after the two smallest doll-babies; B's the Dad - a title which, until recently, L wouldn't let him take for fear that he would consider himself in charge. Dad goes to work, in the game: Doctor, Office Worker, Policeman, Motorbike Racer, Robber, Soldier. Clearly he's keeping his career options open.
H has a vivid imagination. Apparently she once used an encyclopedia to find out what robbers eat, and it said 'horse meat'.