I was having a latte and a corn muffin and working on my homestead book at Andytown Coffee Roasters this morning when a woman came in with a tiny girl in a pink hoodie. The little girl was sort of fidgeting, so I handed her one of our Tiny Homes mini books. (Her mom said she was 3 years old.) She opened it up and spotted a photo of me, held the book up pointing to the photo, and said “You.” Yes, I said.
Then she proceeded to go through every page in the book, pointing to each house and asking, “Your house?” No. “Your house?” No.
“Where you live?” Across the bridge. “Far away?” Yes, far away.
Then she pointed to a house in the street and said. “Your house!” No, I said and she hooted with laughter. She was teasing me.
“Where your car?”
That silver car with the box on top, I said. We could see it through the window. “Oh.”
“What your name?” Lloyd; what’s your name? “Maggie.”
I just got interviewed by a 3-year old!