Life in the Doll House
When I was a child, I never had a doll house. My siblings, neighborhood friends and me had to be creative so depending on the season, we built houses out of cardboard boxes, snow drifts or piles of leaves. The thought of having a real doll house, club house or tree house was beyond my comprehension. Doll house #1--a garage sale find. Now, I actually have three doll houses...for the grand-kids of course. My son, recently told me that I'm one doll house away from a reality TV show--or needing therapy. But really...who can walk away from a doll house. Life in the doll house ...is perfect. You have so much control over the placement of the furniture and people. There's no fighting or anger in the doll house. Everyone is happy, going about their daily business, cooking, cleaning, going to work, going on picnics and driving cars. It's such an idealistic life in the doll house. A child's play usually circles back to things they know. From the youngest