Our small hands push a rolled up carpet out of my garage and onto my driveway. Pulling the carpet we move it under the shade of a tree and unroll it.
Two minutes later the pounding of our footsteps, running up the stairway, sounds throughout my house.
Giggling we scoop up our dolls, and carry them outside placing them on the carpet.
We spend the afternoon sitting outside in my driveway on an old carpet, playing with our dolls, and drinking minute-made lemonade.
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