Voodoo.

Look what Todd and Marley made together.  It's our tiny home, made even tinier and somewhat to scale.  If you look in the pretend windows, you might see a lady muttering while picking up the toys strewn across the floor, a seven-year-old doing handstands in the middle of the kitchen, a four-year-old conversing happily with a stuffed lamb and a handful of small, plastic fish, and a man staring with intention at the spot where he imagines a rebuilt mantel or a handcrafted hutch.

Heather thinks we should go into Tiny House Business on Etsy.  I think I should make a tiny Publishers Clearinghouse Van and pull it up to the front of the house repeatedly so that the universe will finally be clear about at least one of my wishes.