They even used geotrack buckets to form a fence so they could have a yard.
They asked if they could sleep in their tents and were given permission on the condition that when it was time for bed everyone would be quiet and go to sleep.
But what ended up happening was throughout the evening kids came up missing one at a time, only to be found (after a search) sound asleep in their designated area.
Mark was first to disappear.
I might not have been able to find J if his foot wasn't sticking out.
Little Chris was found crashed on my bed, so I moved him to the couch.
The next day much time was spent rebuilding as new ideas for architectural design were discovered. And then, finally, the entire tent city, was knocked over, folded up, and put away.
I was glad to get my living room back, and impressed with the helpfulness and willingness of cleanup, but the tents were fun while they lasted.
C'mon, I know you made living room tents as a kid. I think it's a rite of passage in that same way that "Liar Liar, Pants on Fire" is passed on to generation after generation of kids.
There are just some things that every kid has to do in order to grow up normally.
What do your kids do that you used to?