FORTS DON'T GOT CARPET..BUT THEY DO GOT FRIDGES APPARENTLY

I'm certain I've written previously about the boys building forts out of everything in our home, in any nook and cranny they please. But in case I've missed the opportunity, now's my chance.

Seriously, Forts. Everywhere. They use the couch cushions, blankets (LOTS of blankets), pillows, toy chests, tables, chairs, (not kidding yet), toys, and literally anything they can get their hands on. In fact, to the untrained eye, it could easily appear to be just a bunch of junk strewn about with blankets stretched around it...

Forts are inevitable. We pretty much deal with it at this point. The part that I get frustrated about, is when they start thinking their structures are permanent enough to begin furnishing with amenities. They add lamps, and places to sleep. And they've begun storing food. Yes, food that goes bad.

Last weekend though, the clever little boys came up with a solution for their perishables. But how about I tell it from the perspective from which I discovered it...

Tobin was bringing a bag of grapes down to the basement - not uncommon. But he forgot the bowl that Kristen wanted him to put them in. So I brought it down, and asked where the grapes were. While he was stalling, Blane pipes up with, "Mmmm, I love sucking on ice. It's good!" Um, really?

So Tobin is still stalling on getting the grapes, so I demanded to know where they were. I knew something was up - but had no idea what I was actually in for. Tobin begrudgingly dragged a wooden chest out from a tunnel in their latest fort. He opened it to reveal their literal, "ice box".

In the ice box, was a lot of ice. Apparently Blane and Tobin had - unbeknown to us - been taking turns bringing cups of ice downstairs. Both of the boys had put their pizza leftovers from the previous evening's dinner in their makeshift cooler. There were also some Apples, string cheese sticks, and the bag of grapes. At least the food was fairly healthy...

I had give them credit. This was clever. But I also had to explain that it wasn't going to fly. Bringing food to the basement without our permissions is a no-no. Not to mention the mess that would've inevitably happened when their interest waned and they moved on to something else, leaving the ice to melt, and the food to spoil, creating a surely nasty mess on the basement carpet. I suppose ignorance is bliss as a child. They're just too ingenious for their own good sometimes.