Phin's "special place"

Probably, all children are like this. I seem to remember enjoying tiny little places I could crawl into. Places that were just my size. Mostly in the kitchen - in the lower cabinets. Once, MaryAnn and I slept in a closet and in the morning, Mom couldn't find us. It was, I suspect, quite dramatic for her.
At Grandma Susie's house, Phin found his special place - right by the bread machine.
I think he looks adorable there!