It has been 7 months since anyone has looked and I pretty much have forgotten about the sign in the front yard. So, I speed cleaned around the house, realizing that all I was going to be able to do was pick up and make beds, and then I walked into Zach's room. All I could do was laugh. I could cry or laugh and I chose to laugh. His room is clean, but covering one wall to the other is the fort that has taken over his room. He has blankets thumbtacked to walls and anything else he can. He then has strategically tucked the tails of blankets into the futon and whatever else he can find. I just turned and walked out of the room, leaving the masterpiece to live another day. I can only imagine what thoughts were had as the looker experienced the world of an incredible fort-building 11-year-old.
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I can only hope it survives until I can visit or maybe you could take a picture. It sounds awesome!
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