Years ago, when we had foster kids, my dad made us a wooden picnic table. It has become our homeschool table that isn’t actually used for schooling. Recently, when the girls put the benches on top, it becomes a castle.
This is where Daddy caught them reading together in their private space.
Wesley doesn’t seem to mind too much that there’s no room for him. There are still plenty of messes he can make. Which is why he is grinning.
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