Apparently, it's super fun to build forts in the bathroom. And the more things you can fit in the fort, the better. When I called Mac for dinner the other night, I found him constructing the fort of all forts in our guest bathroom. He couldn't be bothered to come eat as he was very focused on moving his entire bed, our garbage can, his sister, and an arsenal of toys into the fort.
As the official keeper of "the fort", my amusement quickly gave way to wanting to get thing back in order. This did not exactly make the builder of the fort happy. A battle of wills quickly ensued. I'm happy to say Mommy prevailed, but Mac is very determined. In fact, we built another fort today. Again in the bathroom. This General is too pooped to take up the fight much longer!
