The Joy of Forts

There is one thing I haven't taught my three-year-old, yet. How to make forts.

He was a little skeptical first, because it was dark in there, but a flashlight with new batteries seemed to push away that fear.

Eventually, he settled himself in and hasn't come out since. Well, the DVD player and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer might have helped, too. Oh, to be a child again. I tried to go in, but was told in no uncertain terms that I was, "Too big!" Darn!