Revisiting old haunts on our American trip, J insisted one morning that we go to
Storyville. Our hotel was only fifteen minutes away, so it seemed like a no-brainer. Plus, Grandpa hadn't ever gone. He needed the experience.
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| Storyville exterior |
We arrived, signed in, and got to the serious business of playing in a world miniaturized for the pre-school crowd.
L immediately climbed the big fake tree and looked out from the tree house. She was soon back down and hanging out in the bear cave behind the tree.
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| Treehouse window with L in it |
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| Big cheesy smile in the bear cave |
Right next to the tree is the local grocery store. L not only shopped there but also worked the checkout.
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| Weighing her goods |
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| Waiting for a customer |
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| Yeah, groceries to scan! |
Inside the grocery store is the post office for Storyville. J took on the role of postman, delivering letters to the various mailboxes scattered throughout the 'ville.
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| J sorts the mail |
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| Making sure everything measures up |
After a hard day of work, the kids headed off to the home for some dinner and relaxation. Grandpa helped out with dinner, mostly by eating it.
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| J offers "stirfree" vegetables, though the package spells it "stirfry" |
L then put the baby to bed before setting up the doll house with a happening party.
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| L tucks the little one in |
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| Adding lots of people to the ground floor of the doll house |
Storyville is a great place to visit. You can get there from anywhere!
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