I didn’t give Kitten Thunder a roll of perfectly good wrapping paper to turn into a cave. And I certainly didn’t ask them to set up their cave across the downstairs hall. But if they’re going to do these things, I’m going to get a blog post out of it.
Obi was watching The Boy paint the upstairs stairwell.
Oliver was upstairs until he heard me cleaning litter boxes. It was a sound he couldn’t resist so he braved the plastic drop cloth, the dread blue wall AND the chocolate brown walls to get downstairs.
“Will you boys come play in the cave for me?” The Boy scoffed at my request. But the sound of Christmas wrapping is also irresistible.