In South Carolina, Aurora was spoiled be her Uncles who are experts
at building elaborate pillow forts. When we returned home, she found Dad and my cushion
construction skills to be subpar. So
instead, we set up the tent in the living room.
The cats thought this was the coolest thing ever. They explored it extensively, jumped in
and out, crawled underneath, and attacked each other through the fabric. Ultimately, they could not handle the
excitement of the tent and had to be banished to the basement.
After a bit of initial scolding of the cats, Aurora agreed
that a tent in the living room was pretty awesome. She spent the morning and afternoon inside. She played puppets, read stories, ate
snack, took naps (pretend ones), sang songs, and entertained her sister inside
its green walls.
The tent was a magic place for me too.
“Aurora, it is time to
put on your clothes.”
“No,
thank you. I want to wear my
pajamas.”
“It’s time to put on
your clothes. You can change
inside the tent.”
“OKAY! I would love to!”
I used this trick through out the day. Magic tent.
