Today, we pulled out my childhood dollhouse. It’s old and battered and the colors are fading, but my kids don’t really care. They love to climb on it, drive cars through it, bash the heads of the dolls, and generally be as destructive as one might expect from a 3-year-old and a 16-month-old.
But the worst part was, Evie found a sleeping bag… into which she promptly blew her nose.
So much for preserving my childhood history.