What is childhood without a blanket fort? After Keith's nap we made a story tent and read under there until I needed to get dinner started. But by that time, Jeffrey got home from work and took over the story reading. Bedtime was horrible, because Keith wanted to sleep in the fort, and everyone knew that it was merely an excuse to stay up later. But it was fun. And left up for another day so Grandma could play in it too when she comes over tomorrow!