Apartment

 

When Hilary and I were younger we would play "apartment" as opposed to "house." Why we called it this, I don't know? Anyways, we played this in our bathroom. I got to live on top of the washer and dryer by the window. Hilary got to live in the bathtub. 

Ok. Breathe from laughter.

We brought in all our blankets and pillows and snacks and would pretend we lived there. Dad of course would never let us actually sleep in there. What a drag!