One of Ruthie’s favorite toys to play with is this old dollhouse that I found in the garage when I was preparing to move into this house. It had been there since my grandparents moved here in the mid-90s. Before that, I remember playing with it at their old house. It must have belonged to a relative at some point, and perhaps there was a time when the seven or eight dolls that live in the house weren’t so creepy. If Toy Story is real, I feel like these dolls are the equivalent of the abused daycare toys, or perhaps even Sid the neighbor’s experiments. Ruthie loves them, though, and spends a lot of time putting them to bed and making them play hide and seek.