Notes from the Fort

For the past couple of days Simon and I have been more or less stuck in the house (a combination of being a one-car family, living in cold and rainy Lincoln, and me being too germ-phobic to venture out to any indoor playland or the Children’s Museum). So after (yesterday) pulling out all the toys (this was partly my fault; I got it in my head that I wanted to organize them) and (today) reading the tractor book for the umpteenth time, we built forts.

I have to admit that I’m rather a novice at building forts, so these were pretty minimal, but Simon didn’t seem to mind.

I hadn’t realized that forts have Rules. Rules that are not to be broken on penalty of horrible, high-pitched “eh, eh, eh” screaming until the violation has been reversed. As far as I could tell, Simon’s Rules are as follows:

1. Mama is to be in (or very near) the fort at all times. (I have no doubt this will also be the first Rule to go once he gets a bit older, so I’m enjoying it while I’m still welcome.)
2. There are to be NO pillows in the fort.
3. There is to be NO laying down (with or without pillows) in the fort.

Jason came home for lunch today and deliberately and blatantly broke Rules 2 and 3. It took Simon a while to asses the situation, but eventually he decided that he, not Daddy, was king of the fort and enforced the Rules.