The Teeny House

Great Grandma has a little motor home parked off to the side of her house. Well, Bree discovered it there today and was insisting it was her house. She loved that it was a miniature version of a big house and was saying, "Mom, come to my teeny house?" Then we'd climb inside and she would sit in the drivers seat. "Going to the zoo," she told me. After she tired of "driving" her teeny house she had a blast climbing all over in there, sitting at the table, getting in the bathtub and bouncing on the bed. I think she's hoping for a cross-country trip soon...and who knows?