Lizzie and Ellie got a play tent and attaching tunnel for Christmas. Today, Steph set them up in the front room with the tent next to a little open space in between our big chair and love seat (Lizzie has been utilizing this open space quite a bit lately, pretending it’s her house). Steph then draped a big piece of material from the top of the tent over the open space. Instant fort (boy terms, I know. Maybe it was a sun room to Lizzie. 🙂 )
Tonight, after we put Ellie down to bed, Lizzie wanted me to crawl in there and read to her. It. Was. Awesome.
Having kids has retaught me the value of make-believe and pretending. It was wonderful to be in that space with her and have fun, especially reading to her (which I will admit I don’t do often enough).
Why is it that pretending in any context has become so socially unacceptable with adults? And at what point in a person’s life? Oh, how I long for the days of forts and stick swords and index finger guns.
Anyway, Lizzie, it was awesome to read to you tonight in your play house that Mommy built. I love you.