I bought this little tent like playhouse for Yauyau some months ago. It was left in grandpa’s house until recently, when he ordered to have it removed. He said it was taking too much of his precious floor space. Oh man, his living room is twice as big as mine, where am I going to place that playhouse then!

Anyway, it was brought home. I can’t bear to keep it away because Yauyau enjoys playing in it so much. And that is when the nightmare starts. Actually, it is just a tent like structure with some colourful plastic balls inside. There is nothing much to play, except crawling inside and mess around with the balls. But she enjoys doing that so much, and demands one of us to be inside with her. We have no choice, because she will pull our hands and repeatedly says “进来，进来”. You know, it is evil to turn a genuine innocent pleading girl.

It was cramp, stuffy and boring to be inside the house. I don’t know what else to do with her except throwing balls around, stuff balls inside her blouse or sing with her inside. It is great fun to her and she could go on and on without getting tired, but frankly speaking, I will get really bored after 1 minute. Luckily, there are two of us and we could call for help and take turns to imprison ourselves. All the little nightmares in exchange for the jingles of laughter. Worthwhile?