Inside there were a slew of pillows, three mini disco balls attached to the underside of the table in a way conducive to spinning, some glow in the dark stars and moons on the underside of the table (also a parent donation), and three flashlights.
... and the patterns made on the walls, "ceiling," and floor....
They made shadows on the wall and told ghost stories.
Stories about kid- eating bears...
and even a scary story about "bloody bones" passed down from Dad.
And when it was time for lunch, they begged for more time in the cave, and were only convinced to leave with promises of doing it again this after noon and the next day.
It was a place of discovery, a place to bond, a place to escape, and a place to enjoy a little bit of quiet.
The kids called it a "cave," and I jokingly called it a "cave of wonders," but that is what stuck with them, and we cannot wait to spend more time in the cave of wonders tomorrow. :-)





