I walked into a slightly disturbing scene this morning. My two boys, ages 11 and 9, in the family room, carefully rearranging furniture . . . in Boo's dollhouse.
Me: Uuuuuummmm..... Whatchya doin?
Me: Wellllll, it looks like you're playing with your sister's dollhouse.
Mac (shaking his head, looking at me like I'm crazy): We're not playing with it.
Me: Yeah? Then what are you doing?
They: (Look at each other and then look back at me)
Junior: We're, um, remodeling it.
Freaking Ty Pennington.