Emily has bought a doll with her own money, a doll that is always sick. She earned $19 over time helping mother fold clothes and clean. Touch a spoon to Suzie's mouth and she says "that medicine is yucky." Humorous, at first.
Notice, however, that this dolly is never going to get better. You can take care of her and treat her all you want, it won't help. Damned depressing, I would think. Though four-year-olds do like predictability, I grant. But I spent so much energy making sure my sons never became social workers, and now the sun goes dark before my eyes.