The Playhouse

We've been talking about buying a playhouse for Chloe.  Today she took it upon herself to find something suitable.

If you look at the picture you are able to see just how suitable the playhouse is for the needs of every nine year old.  At lunch she suggested Thadd and I get her the super-sized playhouse as to "free up" a room in our home for a guest room.  She also suggested we ask the manufacturer to change the tub to a shower only for the sake of space.  Commenting on the size of the pantry, she says, "It seems to have a decent sized pantry according to the floor plan.  I'm not sure about the washer and dryer thing.  Does it come with it or do we have to buy it?"  I assured her Santa could not fit that on his sleigh and Daddy was not going to agree to strap himself with a "Chloe mortgage."  Thadd suggested we just move her in to the guest house.  BAD IDEA!!  SHE IS NINE!!

There are only two explanations for this crazy fantasy life.  One, she is using drugs or two, she is truly my child.  I am thankful for a child with an intense imagination! (Day 10...or is it 11)  Goodnight Friends.