This summer, my eldest daughter went to school, and my daughter, who had fewer playmates, invented a lot of games. At one time, she said she wanted to learn how to cook, and cut up all the vegetables in the refrigerator; at another time, she said she wanted to tell a story, and my husband and I had to put down the work at hand, and act as the audience, clapping and cheering; and at another time, she said she wanted to draw a picture, and we had to act as the judge to give advice. She often played like this until eleven o'clock. One day, Dad said, "We're going to bed early today." I was carrying a bowl of mango to my daughter.