Our Hangout

I don't think when Kyle imagined the treehouse that he pictured us spending sooo much time there.  At least for me, I envisioned Colby spending most of his days there, inviting friends over to hang out, screaming "no girls" and having to referee between him and his little sister wanting to join the fun, making it a fortress to protect the princess, pretending to be on a campout, etc. etc. 

So far some of that is true.

But every night this week, Kyle gets home from work, we eat dinner, and instead of going to his usual chair to relax for a while,  he says, "Colby, I want to go to the treehouse and relax."

 So they go to the treehouse and lounge.

 And at least for now, the girls are welcome to come join them.