Hannah and I grew up adoring pretty much anything miniature. It may have been the fact that we were bigger than most. Whatever the reason, wee things were elevated to godly status by their mere wee-ness.
Picture this: two pink cheeked four year olds, just returned from their first, thrilling trip to Disneyland. Did they recount their daring adventures on the rides? The yummy corn dogs? The giant cartoon characters? No. Their excitement was instead limited to detailing every aspect of the tiny soaps from the holiday inn hotel.
Long story short, getting to build something miniature is even more thrilling than washing your hands with it.
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