Kateri has never been and never will be the kind of little girl I once was. Here’s our latest example: Little girls are supposed to love dollhouses, right? They are supposed to spend hour upon hour arranging the furniture and posing the mommy at the breakfast table and the baby in his highchair, right? I know I did.
But what does my 11 year old do when she gets her hands on a dollhouse? She helps her hermit crabs move in, of course.
Meet Hermitta, who likes to lounge by the windows and scurry across the bedroom floors. And Henry, who is so confident in his masculinity he wears a pink shell and prefers to sleep late… in his bed, naturally.