Tent Mania

A short while ago, I helped my little boy make a tent in the living room with blankets and chairs. He loved it. He got to go in there with a flashlight and have a blast. The cat really liked it too. Now my son asks to make a tent every day (what have I done! Do you ever have that thought? Why did I have to go and teach him that or say that in his presence. Like today my wife was getting some chicken ready to cook and he was curious about the little thing under the frozen chicken. She told him that it was to catch the blood, and then we told him that this meat was once a chicken and they killed it so we can eat it, and my wife said something about chopping of the chicken's head, and of course now we have a three year-old going around talking about chopping off heads, killing and blood. It's funny because when you say stuff, you forget, even though it's already happened a million times, that they are going to be saying it now, and at the most inopportune times. Hey, whoa, I'm still in parentheses and way off track, where was I? here we go) and making a tent every day and cleaning it up isn't exactly my dream come true. So, of course, I did something else I probably shouldn't have done. I set up our little two man tent in the living room. Honestly, It's been pretty fun, but now he cries when I say we need to put it away. Plus he always wants it opened or closed. Anyway. Saturday night, I turned it toward the television and tuned into the Jazz game. We had fun watching the game and tossing a ball back and forth. During halftime, I read him some stories and he went to sleep in the tent. The End.