Twenty years ago she was two. And she needed a tea party table. And a table for coloring and playdough and well, for everything. Steve painted a table and chair set (and also a fabulous foot stool, and eventually a bedroom with grass taller than she was, but that’s another post) and it’s been in our garage for about ten years. Today we took it down to the little girls down the street. They were wearing tutus and doing sidewalk chalk. I am hoping they use it for a lemonade stand, so I can still peek at the clouds once in a while.