Afton---Honey, I Shrunk the Kid

Even though our apartment had its challenges, it was not without its own appeal. Primarily that would be the huge German "shrunk" in the living room. This was a grand piece of furniture that I suppose would be used to house and showcase treasures, china, whatever. Made of beautiful dark wood, it was beautiful and elegant and fit with the deep blue curtains and lace sheers, all of which seemed such an irony in that place.

You were our treasure, and though we couldn't place you behind the glass doors, we would lift you on top of it, and you seemed to like being way up above our heads more than anything. Maybe it was the view there, maybe the fact that you inevitably drooled down on us and found that amusing somehow. At any rate, whenever we'd lift you up there, you'd giggle like crazy and spit on us. Guess you thought you were King of the World. And indeed you were.(I know, Queen).