Miles and I built a Lincoln Log cabin, and he decided it would be a good place for some of his people to live. Tough to make them stand up, so he started piling them all in. When the top of the window frame was reached, M peeled the roof off and filled the house the rest of the way up, then replaced the roof. Choc-a-block. Naturally, any sympathy he felt for the overcrowded living conditions was overshadowed by the irresistible temptation to kick the whole thing over in a shower of wood and plastic the next morning.
Music: Bettye Lavette :: Little Sparrow
Great picture! Little arms and hands reaching out the window.
Ahhhhhhhh, Lincoln LAHHWWGS!! Nostalgic.
I can hear their high-pitched, lightweight wood tinkling noises in my head.
Good times.