Friday night Marlo dragged all six wooden dining chairs from around the table into the living room next to to the couch to make a castle. Those plus the stool from the kitchen and two side tables formed the base, and I helped her drape two giant blankets over the top “to protect.” That’s a word she’s been using about the house and the car:

“Is the house protect?”

“Is the car protect?”

I always assure her that, yes, the house is protect. We lock the doors and live with a vicious (or at least at times very loud) miniature Australian Shepherd. And then there’s you, Marlo, who by herself dragged six incredibly heavy chairs into the living room. I feel pretty good about things.