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Being on the road for work has its moments.
And by “moments,” I mean the part where you miss your kids but try to play it cool because, you know… you’re a professional.
So last night, we did what we always do when I’m away — we FaceTimed. Not even a full conversation, just one of those calls where you’re kind of just… there. Doing your own thing, but together. It’s the closest thing to being in the same room.
And then things got weird.
At some point, my kids decided the best place for my phone was inside the dollhouse. Yes — the dollhouse. The one from my childhood that has recently made its grand return because my parents are downsizing. So now it lives at my house… and apparently also doubles as a FaceTime set.
Suddenly, my view changed.
Instead of seeing my kids running around, I was staring out from inside this tiny plastic kitchen. Little cabinets, tiny counters… and for a second, it actually felt like I was in the dollhouse.
Like I had been shrunk down and was just hanging out in there.
It was such a weird, cool perspective. A total toy’s-eye view. Very Toy Story. Like at any moment, something was going to come alive and start talking.
I’m sure this makes absolutely no sense to anyone else, but for me, it was one of those unexpectedly sweet moments. A little glimpse into their world — literally.
Not exactly the same as being home… but for a minute there, it felt pretty close.
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