One Thursday, I came home to find that our living room had been transformed into a most fabulous fort. There was a sign listing who could come in that had been dictated by Owen (it was a list of names, one of which was 'anybody' - my baby is inclusive) and a secret password (sorry, I can't tell you that) and everything.
The camera peeks inside the fort to reveal Owen playing with a sticker book from Boo (supervised by Bruno):
Seeing that he has been spotted, Owen turns on the charm:
Owen and his besties in the fort (L to R: Owen, Bobo, Paddy, Boobah, and Bruno):
You can always count on Dada for a good fort.
Seeing that he has been spotted, Owen turns on the charm:
Owen and his besties in the fort (L to R: Owen, Bobo, Paddy, Boobah, and Bruno):
You can always count on Dada for a good fort.
Few things in life compare to a properly built child's fort...I have fond memories of sweating under loads of blankets in my basement. O looks so secure in his fort, thanks to his fierce band of beanie babies.
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