Castles are a big deal around our house right now.
Every night Peter prays:
"Tank you Karis, Tank you Ca-ub, Tank you Wilson, Tank Ehn-ry, Tank you Castle Park, Tank you super past (fast) tire swing. 49ers touchdown, Amen!"
And Hannah, well, she has declared that when she grows up she is going to marry Peter (because her cousin Reagan told her that you have to marry your brother) and live in a castle in Arizona.
So there is no fort building around our house, only castle building.

And today our castle was inhabited by a ninja turtle and a ballerina. :)
Every night Peter prays:
"Tank you Karis, Tank you Ca-ub, Tank you Wilson, Tank Ehn-ry, Tank you Castle Park, Tank you super past (fast) tire swing. 49ers touchdown, Amen!"
And Hannah, well, she has declared that when she grows up she is going to marry Peter (because her cousin Reagan told her that you have to marry your brother) and live in a castle in Arizona.
So there is no fort building around our house, only castle building.
There is something engaging about sitting in a fort, er castle, of your own building and staring out at the world around you.
and what was the rest of the royal family up to?
sleeping.
sleeping.
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