The 'let's go see it later' part of his statement had not sunk in too much for Mirabel yet. She looked around with a slight excitement in her eyes as if it was her birthday. However, the said playhouse nor anything remotely close to it was not around. She did not find anything! "Where is it, Jorge?" She asked with a curious voice, but Jorge just smiled.
"We'll go see it later on,"
'Oh, must be a tree house of a sort… silly me', She thought. Little did she know that she was thinking inside the box this time. With Jorge, an overly imaginative mind and a lot of thinking outside the box was the best way to understand how his thought process worked.
Leaving the thought of the playhouse aside temporarily, she turned to her baby.
