Blanket forts are this kid's jam. Both boys, actually, can not resist the sensation of the edge of a blanket, or sheet, or bath towel (come laundry folding time) grazing against their faces, static clinging to the tips of their hair. Whenever I assemble a blanket fort for them, I can hear quiet giggles and shared secrets emerging from the half-darkness and I can't help but wonder what grand adventures they're playing out in their knitted palace.
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