
My laundry basket has become Jonathan's "nest" or so he calls it. I'm not sure where he got that from, unless it was from watching Dinosaur Train on PBS. It's about a family of dinosaurs and they live in a nest. Jonathan drags the basket all through the house and either sits in it or plays under it with his toys. Jonathan has invited us to join him in his "nest", but alas, we don't fit!

The nest is good for eating snacks in. (Jonathan is eating one of the last cucumbers from our garden.)

The nest is even good for watching Sesame Street!