Marlo has hit that age where she wants to build a fort, anywhere and everywhere. We could be in line at the grocery store and within seconds she’s got her coat off and is trying to drape it from the conveyor belt to the shelf stocked with gum two feet away. She’ll turn to a stranger and warn, “STHHH! We have to hide from the monsthers!”
This fort is just plain sad. Coco does not make a good foundation. Chuck? He’s doing his job, holding up his end of the bargain. You know what Coco does make? Me crazy.
