It was a house.It was a jail.
With just a small opening, that even my 23 year old hips could squeeze through.
That settled it. They had to make it smaller.
I kept getting in.
Grownups - OUT.
Finally, they put the last piece in....and were left with four walls.
Four kids. One house made of connectors. One nanny.
On the outside where she belongs ;)
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They should build towers for their matchbox cars to crash. That's what you, Em and Andre used to do on the kitchen floor as I was preparing dinner. I could just reach down and get a can or box of something I needed for the meal.
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