But:
"It's my place, my hiding place where I can hide."
He's growing up, and his world is expanding and blossoming almost as fast as his vocabulary.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Someone's mess is another person's...
No, seriously: if you walked into our living room and saw this (as you might, on just about any given day), what would you think?
Yeah. That's what we thought, too.
But:
"It's my place, my hiding place where I can hide."
He's growing up, and his world is expanding and blossoming almost as fast as his vocabulary.
But:
"It's my place, my hiding place where I can hide."
He's growing up, and his world is expanding and blossoming almost as fast as his vocabulary.
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I remember when his Mummy wanted a balcony built into her bedroom so she could have a separate and apart place. When I was tiny, a blanket thrown over a card table was a wonderful playhouse. At various ages, it can be called a playhouse, a tree house, a fort...but it's necessary.
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