In the flurry of laundry a few weeks ago, one set of sheets didn’t get fully dry. Rather than forking over more money to dry them in the shared laundry room downstairs, I just draped them over our kitchen chairs so I could *finally* go to sleep.
And then this happened.
“Wait. Mom. Where am I?”
“What IS this?”
“I’m tired. Can I have some food?”
That’s my Prince. I think he would have stayed there all night if I hadn’t pulled him out. I wasn’t actually sure if he was enjoying it as a fort or if he didn’t know how to get out…