In Portland, during play dates my kids would build forts, play capture the flag or dress up. Every now and then dolls would make an appearance. Swords were a no-brainer.
It seems, however, things are different in McLean.
"So what were you playing at your friend's house?" I asked my daughter the other evening as I was making dinner.
"Therapist," she said.
"Therapist!?! How do you play therapist?"
"It's like this, Mom. One person lies on the bed and the other person sits in a chair and asks the person on the bed how they're feeling. Whether they're sad, happy and if so, why."
"When it was your turn to lie on the bed what did you say?"
"Mom," she said "the things you say in therapy, stay in therapy."
"Like Las Vegas?" I asked.
"What do you mean? What happens in Las Vegas?"
And that's how we ended the conversation, because even if my daughter is telling her pretend therapist things she won't tell me and has a mother who doesn't understand the rules of the game at least I still know the slogan for the biggest city in Nevada.
Which is something.
I'm going to hold on to that and hope autumnal love for Dr. Freud turns into an unexpected spring fling with Capture the Flag.