The room is full of books and toys and soft things. It contains a rocking horse that was Jeremiah's when he was a kid and the toy box my grandfather made for me when I was little. The view from Kate's bed is funky. Not funky in a weird smell kind of way, funky in a cool way. From the windows over the toy box we can call to our neighbors' dog, Marley, and freak her out when she can't find us. Kate likes that a lot. This is a room I would've loved to have growing up. Despite the fact that the dresser is built in, there's plenty of ways to rearrange the furniture - a favorite pass time of mine in my own childhood bedroom. There are built in shelves for toys and a little storage space in one of the walls for hiding treasures.
Sometimes I worry that all the little nooks and stow-away spots will become hiding places for monsters. Then I worry that they'll become hiding places for pot and bottles of Boon's Farm Strawberry Hill. Then I worry that their grades will suffer and they'll never get into a good college or they will but because of the pot they hid in those nooks they will have gotten such low grades they won't get scholarships and it will take them 8 years to finish college if they finish at all and then what will they do? Probably move back in with us, that's what! That's it...they're not sleeping in that life-ruining room anymore. I hate that room.