The grownups say things like, “Be a good listener!” and then the kids say, “Okay, Daddy, I will! I love you!” and everyone gets a hug and a kiss.

The mommy can’t push the wheelbarrow because she’s holding the baby right now, which in Utopia doesn’t lead to a bunch of whining about WANTING Mommy to push the wheelbarrow. It leads to the child saying, “Okay, I will go play with my sister. Let’s call Grandma and Grandpa.”

I could happily live in this dollhouse.  Too bad that would be a horror movie scene akin to watching Godzilla demolish the Utopian Way of Life.