The first time a neighbor came in and saw my girls playing in a made up “tent” she nearly fainted. I suppose it looked like maybe we’d had a private, one house earthquake. But no–it’s just that we found that the sturdiest and most amazing tents–or Rumple Houses–as Lyndi used to call them, are made from cushions and blankets—lots of blankets, and…
furniture. Yes, that’s what I said.
If you’ve never made one before–oh, what you’re missing!
Yes, that is a chair and an end table in there somewhere sheltering a couple of happy kids and the perfect plate of brownie cookies. We liked our “rumple house” that way. They were a lovely thing and liable to stay stacked up and played in and slept in–merrily–for days. Usually until someone a bit too rational and ordered was on their way over, then down it would would all come…like it had never happened.
Some people just wouldn’t understand.
One of the girls’ little friends came to play once in the middle of our “tenting” adventure and said, “Oooooh…you guys are going to be in trou-ble. Just wait till your mom sees what you did!”
Of course, that’s when one of them piped up–“Oh, she helped us tip over the rocker—it was too heavy for us.”
Guilty as charged.
But she came in and romped and played all afternoon and left saying, “I’m going to see if my mom will let us have a rumple house.”
Good luck with that.
So, if you are one of those staunchy souls who are inclined to say, “No, no. Bad mom,” –be warned. We’ll likely just chuckle…
and invite you in.
You’ll love it…
and…
we have cookies.
