Every single day they tear the couch apart
February 18, 2008
It is a cave, a fortress, a castle, a hideout, a pirate ship. It is a world that I am not privy to.
They bounce and run all over it until I finally shout, “Let’s not break the couch today please!”
Then they replace all the well worn cushions where they belong. Facing the rips toward the back of the couch. They fluff up the pillows by jumping on them, leapfrog style. Finally they finish and the couch is once again a couch. A boring couch.
When we were looking for new couches for our family room I bought some that have non-removable cushions. One “magical” couch is enough.
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