To each his own...

Yesterday's highlight in our house was the fort. We all have these memories, right? As a kid, I felt that the joy was in the construction, so I dubbed myself as the architect/foreman. (Yeah, yeah, it's not much to look at it, but hey, it was solid.)Brenda claimed the space and would periodically pop out to inform Suzie that there would be NO Suzies allowed. This was interpreted as "peek-a-boo", so no feelings were harmed.

I like watching them play.

Garret explores and examines anything and everything.
(Earlier today the shoe on my foot, to him, was hilarious.)

Brenda re-enacts and re-creates things she's amused by.
(It gets violent as she loves physical humor.)
Suzie climbs and clamors 'cause she's a toddler, and that's what toddlers do.

Tomorrow we'll break out the legos. My architectural skills will blow their minds...