Welcome to my playhouse
We will have a tea party
But, NO brothers allowed!
Paisley got her own playhouse from a friend of ours. I'm trading hair for it, I love it when you have skill to bargain with. We made her a sign and she wanted to paint some flowers with me. She ended up painting her hand and smashing it on the board. So, I left it. I thought it looked cute.
She loves her playhouse, she is always outside in it. Now she is asking for new carpet to cover the grass, Oh-, what am I in for when we hit her teen years. HAHAHA! *evil laugh*
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