With the twins' parents gone, I have more freedom than usual to do what I want with them. For a long time, I've wanted to take them back to Ikea; with V around, it's even easier. We packed dinner, ate in their cafe, and then went through the store a bit because we needed shelves.
When we reached the main beds section, Lilly shrieked, "I've never seen so many BEDS!!!" We cracked up for a good long time.
They each picked a desk and worked for awhile, answering the phone, typing away, looking at the computer screen.
In the kids' bed area, Patrick curled up in a big pink plastic bed and announced that it was his favorite. I took a picture and sent it to his mom. This is the same child who was distressed in the van because we accidentally left the house without a hairbow for him. (A ponytail in my purse placated him, thankfully.)
Who says Ikea isn't a playground? Or, for that matter, is just an adult's playground? We all had a blast.