After supper Quinn has a little playtime before bath and bed. Bec often sits on the couch, sometimes I sit on the floor with Quinn, and usually I end up on the couch with Bec too. Quinn, of course, wants to be part of this congregation. We pull him up and he clambers all over us, gives his mom Flying Tackles, and generally has fun.
Tonight we had a rousing game of Fort on the couch. Pulling the blanket over all our heads, Quinn got a big grin on.
It wasn't consciously decided on, but it's happened enough times to be called a pattern now. I have to say I really enjoy it, enough so that I hope to make it a nightly tradition. It's a great way to forget the stresses of the day.
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