Growing up in the BBJ house meant that when the dryer broke (which was common) my mom had to hang the cloths to dry. This meant that every laundry day was followed by a day in the wonderful world of fitted sheet forts.
We made castles (complete with dungeons and dragons), Atlantis, tree forts, ice cities, and military bases all without leaving our house. Childhood is a wonderful time when our imagination is encouraged to have free reign and our worlds are so much larger than the reality of adulthood. Watching and joining Spencer in his many adventures is one of the most rewarding parts of being a parent. I love that kid and through him, I am reliving the wonder and joy of the imaginary world. :)
2 comments:
Was I a fort dweller? Or was I a tattle-tale back then? I'm not sure.
You were more of a tattle-tale than a compatriot. :) Isn't it funny how all of that has changed? Love ya.
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