She rests her belly, full of a breakfast of frozen waffles and sausage, on the wood floor of my living room. It’s 7:00am and her bus comes in over an hour to take her to school. She is sprawled out on the floor in her Christmas pajamas, even though it is June, but the air conditioning is high and my motivation to play is low. The plight of the working parent. Time is not on her agenda and she is immersed in creating the next magical dragon on paper. Her colored pencils, like