Flashbacks...

Last weekend Jake asked if he and Evie could have a "camp out" in her room. Since I am trying to get out of the habit of saying "No" just on principal, I said, "sure." I tried to convince them to do it down in the play room, but that idea was vetoed because it was "too scary". Oh well.

Evie has a Dora the Explorer play tent that was a Christmas present two years ago from Uncle Kaleb. It was just big enough for her to lay down, although it made me chuckle when I went in to get them up for church and her little toes were sticking out the end. It made me think of the scene in the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy drops the house on the Wicked Witch of the East(?). West(?). Whatever...


Jake had to be a bit more resourceful and build his own tent with kitchen stools and blankets. It took me back to when Josh and I were little and would build blanket forts and sleep in them during the summer. Especially on the night before July 4th. I don't know why, but that seemed to turn into a tradition for us. Sleeping in a blanket fort and then getting up early to go get a spot for the parade on Main Street.


I also couldn't help wondering what age sleeping on the floor in a tent or fort becomes less cool then the comfort of sleeping on a mattress...