Just a few minutes ago, I had the privilege of overhearing Rose play with two American Girls dolls, while I was working in the kitchen and Joy was napping (or supposed to be napping, anyway).
The blonde doll, Kirsten, had "a disability of walking." Rose was her older sister. The brunette Molly was her friend.
Rose was providing a low-voiced running commentary on their efforts to problem-solve Kirsten's mobility.
"Now, grab on to this. That's good! That's good! Now, what will we do next?"
"Well, THAT didn't work..."
"OK, I know what to try. How about holding on here?
She came to me to share her pride and delight when Kirsten had succeeded in maneuvering half-way across the room.
She gets it, doesn't she?!