The Joy of Kids Bunk Beds
“War! Fire the enemy! We cannot afford to lose our troops to those cowardly cowards in their fort. They’ve no pride to hide without showing their muddy faces!”
Cap guns snapped, and this “troop” of eight year old boys threw sock balls from behind the overturned desk, hoping to incite the enemy from their fort.
Behind old quilts tucked into the top bunk and hanging over the bottom, concealed from the outside world, three more boys giggled. They sat, legs folded, eating brownies and sipping fruit punch juice boxes. Every so often, they let out war cries and threw a gum ball grenade from between the hanging quilts, just to keep the war time active. This, my friends, is the joy of kids bunk beds.
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