One day last week, I walked in the front door after an outing with one of the boys to behold that the couch in our living room had been moved to the middle of the room (Brent was upstairs working).
"We want to build a fort!" the girls exclaimed. They were so proud that their extreme strength had combined to overpower such a massive piece of furniture.
I almost spoke, but found myself speechless.
"What a great idea!" I finally said. "You grab the blankets and I'll grab the vacuum. Thanks to you Girls, I can clean behind this big couch before you make your home there. I haven't been able to do that in at least a year."
While they giggled and squealed as they created their new world between the wall and the back of the couch, I had flashbacks of my childhood treehouse plans. *happychills* I watched as they thoughtfully included all the essentials: pillows, blankets, stuffed animals, snack bags, piggy banks, games, journals, prayer rocks, and a sign that read 'OPEN GATE' so visitors would know how to enter.
Then for hours and hours--over the span of multiple days--my young learners busied themselves and built brain power by playing to their hearts' content while I rattled off spelling words, reviewed long division, and edited stories with their older siblings in another world on the other side of the couch.