One of the everyday things that happens in my life is that I end up making our bed at least twice a day and that's if I'm lucky. This is all because a certain little toddler insists on scrambling up on the bed to throw the "boulders" (pillows) down the "canyon" (on to the floor). There is seldom a day that passes without this happening. I complain about it most days but, in all honesty it usually makes me smile despite my grumbling about "having to make the bed again" - it's hard not to smile when I see Ben having so much fun playing his game. It is definitely part of "the everyday" things in our life, our days just wouldn't be the same without it.
Let the fun / demolition begin
Hiding under the "boulders"
"Help, help I'm trapped under the boulders!"
