Hiding in the fort

My five year old daughter built herself a fort out of the couch pillows and a blanket right after her fairy house built of Magna Tiles was destroyed by the menacing younger brother. When I poked my head in to ask how she was doing, she said, "I am just sad. That was the best fairy house I have ever built, and no fairies can come now." She is a genius. Building a fort to comfort herself and be hidden from others is the best way to handle the sadness. I wish that I could build myself a fort, crawl in, and hibernate at times. It is warm and dark and lovely. She came out with a smile on her face and a plan to build another fairy house outside this weekend.