And so it starts.

This morning started out like all of the rest.  Everybody up...and dressed.  I was getting Riley changed, because of the ritualistic morning doo doo diaper.  I got her dressed and walked back into the living room.

Cooper was so proud of herself.  She built Riley a "playhouse" in the middle of the living room.  I have photos...

Take a good look.  At first, it indeed appears to be a fun little play area.  Look inside and you will see a toy basket filled with fun goodness for Riley to enjoy.  It's not the inside...but the outside we should focus our attention to.  

Notice the pillows?  Notice walls all around?  It's not a playhouse...but a cage!  Cooper built Riley her own custom jail cell.  Cooper was so anxious to trap her inside and lock her up.  Why?  Because she did not want Riley in her room!

So it starts.  The battle over sacred ground that is called "my room" begins.  What will it be like when they are teenagers?  Will Cooper handcuff Riley up in her own room?  Will she construct a more elaborate "booby trap?"  Who knows.  What I know is this...we are in for it.