Vivi LOVES when Todd and Michelle come over. She has no problem hi-jacking one or both of them to join in whatever game she has concocted. And heaven help them if Noah is over as well, because resistance is futile. Some manner of madness will ensue. Recently: couch pillows.
It all began innocently enough. I believe they were planning on building a fort.
This did not last long, because what better use of giant pillows than to squash your goddaughter.
Noah quickly leapt to her rescue, as did Charlie, the traitor. Actually, he may just have been trying to lick people's faces. But I'll give him the benefit of the doubt on that one.
Then they ganged up on him, and Todd was doomed. DOOMED.
Eventually the "fort" was constructed, although it looked rather like a corral.
Not necessarily a bad idea.
Every time Todd tried to leave the fort, they both yelled, "NOOOOO!"
I think he finally escaped when we served dinner. And that in and of itself was a close call. Unfortunately, Todd escaped to my botched attempt at Pad Thai. Imprisonment may have been the better option. But that's a different story for a different blog, my friends....