As we prepare for My Beloved Fiancee and her daughters to move in, I got a loft bed for Youngest Son. We got it fully assembled this weekend. He loves it.
It also seemed to inspire him to want to play in his room. We spent a good deal of time tossing a big ball around. First we were both down on the floor. He threw me the ball and said "Daddy, we're playing catch-ball-bounce-throw!" Then a little later he started bouncing it off his head and we were playing head-ball-bounce-throw, then chin-ball-bounce-throw.
Then he climbed up on top of his bed. Now, for some reason, it became a three word game, catch-bounce-throw, or catch-throw-bounce. I asked if we were still playing catch-ball-bounce-throw and he said no, now it's a three thing game, not a four thing game.