Ben has reclaimed the cupboard under the stairs.
He has set up a bigger light, blankets and a homework area under there.
The homework area is my kitchen stool, which he scoots up over his outstretched legs for a make shift desk. It's been a while since Ben has ventured under the stairs and I thought he had long since outgrown it. I am so glad he hasn't. Praise the Lord for the little things that touch a mom's heart. Like a middle schooler (and the baby of the family) holding on to that little boy imagination a bit longer.
Before I know it he will have gone from secret clubhouses to holding hands with girls. I don't think my heart can take it.