N brought out the down comforters last night. Ahhhh. Nothing like the warm embrace of some winter bedding. This immediately brings out two games that summer never sees.
Evening game: A comforter-covered "Blanket Monster" Papa chases two squealing girls around the bedrooms.
Morning game: Mama tries to read with one leg supporting the comforter into a teepee-shape, while two giggling girls play underneath.