Remember that bed that caused us such pain? (Relive the saga here.) It has now become a balancing gym, one walks upon its slats and parks balloons there. The mattress has been installed on the floor in the tent, along with “all my peluche” (French for soft toy, which in America are called stuffed animal toys.)
Calvin’s bedroom lacks only a camel, sand and oasis to be fully ‘Caravans’ compliant. (Anyone remember that movie?) So bedtime involves getting down on your knees, crawling in and out of tent flaps and trying to find a comfortable position to read books in. But you know what? Despite all that I still love it — it’s the sort of thing I’d have loved to do as a child, only my teepee would only accommodate me vertically.