We were skeptical. None of us remembered any pink doll house, and we could hardly believe that Mom would have saved a bunch of old doll toys for ten years past the time my youngest sister actually played with them.
Then, we found the trunk. Opened it. Began to squeal in girlish delight and hilarity. "Oh, that pink doll house!" "Oh my gosh, it's your Peggy doll!" "AH! The little doll with the twisty changeable clothes!" "Oh, wow, do you remember this dolly blanket!" and plenty of "Ugh, check out the 90's makeup on this one!"
It was pretty epic. But every childhood emotion I thought I had forgotten swooped back into my chest. I am just raring to work on my middle grade novel now. :)
This was Genevieve's initial reaction:
But after a little while, she joined in on the fun:
|Hey, this pink dollhouse is pretty cool...|