disaster mansion

So, apparently being a doll can be hazardous to your health. At least, if you live in Brigid's Mansion of Oopsies.

So far this morning, three of her dolls have needed bandaids, and one has been scared. "Po lil dai." (poor little guy).

Other than fetching bandaids and being scared for no apparent reason, life consists of walking up and down the stairs, taking baths, napping wherever there is room to stretch out (the upstairs rug, the bed, the bathtub, the floor), and going to work, which involves climbing into the car and driving a little ways and then coming back.

Brigid's synopsis? "I like my dollhouse! Sam likes my dollhouse too!"

Oh, and another doll just asked for a bandaid.