Well, I did it. I let go of "those" thoughts. The ones that say boys can't play with doll houses. I went up in the dusty, dusty attic and pulled out my old doll house. It's not anything special, but I couldn't bare the thought of giving it away, and I had a hankering to play with it! The family seemed pretty irate to have been languishing in boxes for 25 years (yikes!). I wonder how they'll feel after a few weeks with the Ks. They might be begging to return. I mean, I never thought to have a tornado sweep through the house or to run a train through it when I was running their lives-- but the boys did, in a matter of nanoseconds. I can only imagine the terrors that await them now.