I'm sort of ashamed to admit that a source of great pride for me is that I have forbidden Clark to make forts with our couch cushions. It's just such a pain. But I couldn't help the photo op when I got out of the shower to find him perched on top of the stacked cushions today, so very proud of himself. I let him play for a few minutes, and then I brought out the big guns. The VACUUM. Clark is terrified of the vacuum. "I scared of the 'room, Mom," he begged me. But no. I figured it was the perfect opportunity to get all the grungies out from underneath the cushions. And I was right. He fled to his room. And I vacuumed the furniture and then put all the cushions back. I'm interested to see how long my evil plan works.
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