At our house, much fun is had upstairs. Not the main level upstairs, but UPstairs to our finished guestroom/office over the garage. It has: a bed, a desk and a rocking chair.
And apparently is the place to be.
Enjoyment is had jumping on the trampoline (aka bed) and falling backwards from the hope chest (at the foot of the bed) back on to the trampoline.
That's it. That's IT. Hours of fun. Seriously, hours.
1 comment:
Morgan
said...
I remember playing a lot in the guest room at that age.
I am Keri.
Always and forever living a small, but content existence in the mid-west.
Mom of two darling children, Hallie and Henry.
Married to a man who simultaneously makes me laugh and drives me crazy. And I love him dearly for both.
1 comment:
I remember playing a lot in the guest room at that age.
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