A Dollhouse Story

Every dollhouse tells a story. Claire got a dollhouse from one of her aunts for Christmas, and she loves playing with it. She rearranges things to suit her fancy. I couldn’t help but notice what was happening with the dollhouse yesterday.

Note about the pictures: You can click on each picture to enlarge it. Clicking a second time will show even more detail.

Here is a picture of the dollhouse.

Upon first glance, all appears to be somewhat normal. Claire has decided that the big bed needs to be on the upper level (in what is supposed to be the baby’s room?), but that actually makes more sense. It fits better up there. The wardrobe is out on the patio, but again, it fits better out there. The chairs are in the baby’s room and they are facing the window, because who doesn’t like to watch the squirrels playing in the trees in the backyard?

Upon further inspection…

You’ll see that Baby and Momma are in the bathroom. The chairs are in the tub. Hmmm…not quite sure why, but that’s okay. It’s not my house. Maybe they were dirty? Oddly enough, they fit perfectly.

Then we see something has gone awry in the kitchen…

Daddy has either tripped and fallen or has decided to take a nap. It’s hard to tell without more information.  Either way, he still has a goofy grin on his face, so whatever it is can’t be all that bad.

Then we see the real reason…

(I’ve made some adjustments to show you what’s happened, in case you can’t tell from the other picture…)

Daddy has discovered that his computer chair has been replaced by a toilet. And, he’s fainted from pure joy.

And, who wouldn’t?

p.s. What? Claire comes by this assumption naturally… Ha! I love it!