camping saves lives

sometimes playdate teaches you a thing or two.
usually it has something to do with how the maximum volume for a given household can increase six thousand-fold within seconds of playmate arrival or how best buddies can fight just as ruthlessly as siblings. but today it was actually something helpful. the boys constructed a "tent"in the living room.
tents are fun.
good times.
that is, until you must return blankets to their storage places dog hair and preschool-snot laden or launder the whole mess. but no matter.
tents are fun.
good times.
and also crazy good babysitters. because little A has been sitting silently alone in the tent for the last 25 minutes while the boys run rampant... noisily, possibly violently around the house.
tents are safe.
good times.