Whereas boys sneak hammers and nails from their dads' tool benches to construct an actual shelter, girls are more into the essence of a fort. They draw a line in the dirt to separate rooms, which are then furnished with chairs from the deck, cups from the kitchen, and their baby sisters' training potty from the bathroom.
Under threat of indictment for high treason, I'm prohibited from revealing the location of this TOP SECRET hideaway that only my daughter, her sisters, my husband, the neighbor kids, and I know about. But I can show you where the trail head starts . . .
Maybe if I write a post that mentions how my daughter has no interest in making her bed or unsetting the table, I'll wake up tomorrow to a TOP SECRET clean house.
Dinner last night: barbecue salmon, salad