Our fort died today. When our friends from Jakarta were here we worked on a cardboard box fort as a team which involved many children, lots of duct tape, a menagerie of stickers a smattering of colored markers and a variety of colored papers and tape. When the “fort was completed it ran from nearly one end of the room to the other and included windows, doors, roofs, and fast-food delivery openings. It was fun to look at, even for me as an adult.
We moved the long, taped box structure into the bonus room and it’s been a source of fun for our children and their friends since its creation last week. It was showing signs of wear though due to the heavy use and general heavy-handedness of children.
Today I came upstairs after five children had been happily running around for a few hours to discover a toppled and partially squashed fort on the floor. It was beyond salvaging so I spent some time removing the tape and other non-recyclable items and then putting it in our recycling bin outside.
The fort lived a good life and made many children happy. There will be more forts in the future if the number of boxes from Amazon we get regularly from Amazon is any indicator.
The Big Boy Update: My son knows every piece of every toy he has. It’s uncanny how he not only knows what pieces go with what toys—he knows where the missing pieces are. This includes knowing exactly what goes together with toys he hasn’t seen in a year that have been sitting in a box somewhere in storage.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter doesn’t always settle down to go to sleep at night when we go to their room to read a story before bed—unless the story is one of the Winnie the Pooh stories. She loves to hear about Pooh, Christopher Robin and his friends, but she just can’t manage to stay awake to hear the end of one of their adventures.
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