Miles is fascinated by the hatch in his ceiling that leads up to the attic. He's spent many mornings recently brainstorming ways we could get up there to hang out with family and friends. We started with ladders, of course. Then jumping on the bed to get higher. After that he thought of driving up or taking a train, but realized quickly that those wouldn't work since there are no roads or tracks. He came to the obvious answer- a rocket ship!
I thought he'd exhausted all of his ideas, but this morning he came up with one more. "Mommy, we could use my basketball!"
"Well, that might get the door open, but how would it help us get up there?"
"We'll hold on tight and have someone else shoot the ball up there! Mamaw Pam can do it."
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