i've been routinely astonished at how my children, and wife, can transform our seemingly boring and boxy home into cavernous forts and sprawling cave networks. some of the more lavish constructions have used just about every blanket, comforter and pillow our home possesses. at the conclusion of these elaborate constructions a deep and serious reading fest often takes place. great stuff that i'm sure i will one day greatly miss because once your people outgrow such things, i think they're probably gone for good. but if there is a grandma that would support such hijinks from her grandchildren, i think marty might have a sportin' shot at being that grandma. granted, she may have to send me on a weekend boondoggle to avoid my grumblings about my missing pillow or napping blanket.