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Tuesday, October 27, 2009 ...to the troll house, apparently you just need to follow the arrows.
Yes, right there next to the beaded Pier One pumpkins and club chair is the two-story Chez Troll, constructed solely out of cushions and strange preschool preoccupations with small creatures that should scare the bejeezus out of them.
It has a peaked roof, a bedroom and a bathroom because (duh) a 5-year old's projects are never complete without a potty. Perhaps I would have minded crawling over the 17-cushion creation for two days, but the architect and developer was so polite and grateful.
"Mommy," he said quite seriously over dinner, peering past me at the couchy little goblin fort in the middle of our living room, "I just want to thank you -- really, really thank you -- for giving me a medium amount of time to make my troll house."
"A medium amount of time?" The troll house was puzzling enough but the construction time threw me over into complete confusion.
"Well, you didn't make a QUICK dinner like mac and cheese or something or a LONG dinner so I was starving. You made a dinner in just a medium amount of time so I could make my troll house."
So that's how we got there, over curry chicken and rice and just feet from the strangest and most delightful thing I've seen this holiday season, to the place where trolls dwell among us.
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