We have a bar-height stool in our kitchen. The other day Gigi crawled between the legs and said, "Look, Metta! It's a house!" Fabulous. I'm so glad she knows my first name. Thanksmarcos.
Yesterday she went in with her blankies, necklaces, and a few books. It must be so enchanting to have her own little space that she doesn't even seem to care that she gets stuck and can't get out afterwards. Lovely, silly girl.