A Fun Game

Here's how it went with my niece last night.

scene:
the bedroom, where I was supposed to be reading her Maurice Sendak books.

the game:
she'd stand in the middle of the bed, menace me with clawed hands and a contorted face (reminding me of nothing so much as Calvin trying to look mean).
After I evidenced an appropriate amount of alarm and worry at being in a room with a dangerous, wild beast, she would freeze in place and slowly, slowly topple backward onto the down comforter.
Then we'd both laugh...and it would begin again.

This went on for 20 minutes or so.
And I know from past experience that the next time I see her, we'll be re-enacting the whole thing.

The more I'm around her, the more certain I am that people with O.C.D. are just channeling their inner 2 year old...