This morning, for instance, as Suzi and I carried laundry up from downstairs, she picked up a stuffed cat of Izzy's that she adores, and then she looped a toy dog leash of Sophie's around her shoulders. So I took it upon myself to hook the leash around the cat's neck.
Suzi thought that was pretty cool. Until the cat wouldn't walk along behind her. She dragged him for a couple of steps, then accusingly told me, "Lay down." Over and over, she'd take a couple of steps then tell me that the cat was laying down.
"Maybe he's tired," I tell her. "Maybe he wants to take a nap."
She picks him up and tells me again, "LAY DOWN."
So I take the cat from her and she smiles gratefully at me. But as I unhook the leash, the screaming starts. I hand her back the kitty and she throws herself to the ground, where she still lays, screaming her head off.
I have no idea what she wanted me to do, but it certainly wasn't to take the leash off.