If you are five, you are big enough to play with Grandma’s old dollhouse.
Excepting the doors are tied closed with a shoestring, and you don’t get to open the doors till you know how to tie them closed again.
That’s how mean an aunt I am.
We worked on it a long time this morning, but now she can tie!
I am proud of her, because learning to tie is really hard work.
I dot think I could tie till I was six or seven at least. She thinks it is pretty cool that she beat me, that she can already tie at five.
Excepting she doesn’t much enjoy it yet, as mostly it is just access to the dollhouse.
Playing with a dollhouse is way more fun than practicing how to tie.