The rain was still falling, and the cabin fever was starting to set in. The toyroom thoroughly destroyed , and two small boys were in search of a new adventure, so out come the blankets and sheets, and with the addition of some chairs, a cubby house appears. What I love most about playing with my children, is how they take the seed of an idea, and create a complete story from it. The cubby house was soon labelled a tent, and from there, a spark of inspiration called me to the craft box, and a pile of torn orange crepe paper became the camp fire. An old shoe box was repurposed as a camp stove, and the games began.