There is something about a large appliance box in the front yard that just brings people together. The House of Black got a new, much-needed dishwasher today to replace the old dead-since-September one. (Reg believes I killed the old one cleaning up the remnants of potions class from Mira’s Harry Potter birthday bash. Reg likes to blame me for breaking large things, and I like to blame him for screwing up many, many, many [did I say many?] small everyday things. It’s how we maintain balance in our relationship.)

Anyway, it wasn’t long before the large box attracted children and passersby alike. We had neighbors, joggers, and dog-walkers. A cop even stopped by to chat with us while the kids converted the box into a fort.

But here’s the best part of the story…that my Mira is a super-cool radical eight-year-old! I probably didn’t mention that she’s attending Lobby Day for Equality Ohio with me in a couple of weeks (another post). Mira took charge of the new fort and christened it “Fort Peace.” To get a membership card to Fort Peace, one had to recite the pledge, which I can’t entirely remember, but it included lines about “social justice” and “acceptance of each other.”

I love that girl of mine.