I have set a limit of four days on this:
It’s been three days and today I gave warning. The Stuffed Animal Utopia of Bliss must be dismantled by tomorrow night.
“But the animals will be so sad.”
“But you set up every toy, stuffed animal, laundry basket, block, doll blanket and interesting-looking household item we own in a mess-like pattern in the living room.”
“But it’s so much fun.”
“But the living room’s the first thing people see when they walk into our house and it looks like the toy room vomited all over my entry way.”
Blank stares. Squinty eyes. Cocked heads. Looks that say, “And that’s a problem because?”
The Utopia is coming down tomorrow.