Most nights my kids go to bed when they are supposed to. They are rule followers. At least Lucas is, anyway, and since Lucas and Emma share a room Lucas polices and enforces the rules at bedtime...usually...not Monday night.
Joe and I were cleaning the kitchen and enjoying having a grown up conversation. The kids had both been out of bed several times already and then they were silent. Joe and I were commenting on how we couldn't believe that they were sleeping. It's because they were so not sleeping. They were whispering and being sneaky. Being sneaky is what Emma does best. I'm still not sure whose idea it was, but I am pretty sure that it was Emma who convinced Lucas to follow through with the plan.
I walked down the hall to their room, heard the whispers, and turned on the light to this...
I wasn't sure what I thought about this or what to say, so I did what any good mom would do...I called for my husband (reinforcements) to come. Joe was doing a miserable job holding in the laughter and appreciation for their genius fort making abilities and told them not to move. He left the room to get the camera, all the while he was gone the kids were so worried about what Daddy was going to do. Lucas thought he was gone to get the scissors to cut down their blankets! Joe came back,"What you did was a very bad choice. It's a school night and waaaaay past your bed time, but this is awesome and I'm going to take your picture now." Hence the big smiles in the picture because Daddy said their fort was awesome. Then sadly, Daddy helped them take their fort down and promised they could build another one after school the next day, followed by a little talk about when it is "appropriate" to build a fort in your bed.
There has been excessive fort building around here ever since. Including the one the kids made this morning at 6:30 am. In fact Emma is sleeping in it right now. Who needs toys when you have bunk beds?