In a bag of hand-me-down books Molly found a Pound Puppies story. She loves it and we read it every day. The other day she asked me if all the puppies in the story live at the pound. When I explained they do, she agreed with one exception. "He doesn't live at the pound, he lives at a home" she said pointing to the PP leader.
"Why do you think that?" I wondered out loud.
"Because he has a TV and a chair. If you have a TV and a chair, it's your home."
I'm happy our house is a home in her book (with our multiple chairs and 1.5 TVs). It's cute, but I can't mock her because don't we all have ideas about what makes a house a home? I make an apple pie every time we move into a new house because I don't think a house is home until you've baked an apple pie in it. What makes your house a home? No obvious answers please, I know all about the importance of love, laughter, and blah, blah, blah.
P.S. Who's getting pumped for St. Patty's Day!?!?!?!