Dad has dubbed the area under the dining room table "The Honeycomb Hidout" I love to play under there, and take my toys or blankets under there too! (Or in the case of the picture above, one of our dish towels from the kitchen...have I mentioned that I can say "Towel" quite clearly? I'm moving right along in the speech department, folks!)
Apparently the name came from a series of commercials in the 1980's from the "Honeycombs" cereal. From all accounts, they were pretty insane, but they featured kids in a little clubhouse that they dubbed "The Honeycomb Hideout"
Now, why Dad remembers this random fact when he can barely pull up seemingly important ones from just a few days ago is beyond me, but I love the name, and I love hiding and playing under there. Often, my ball or balloon (or both) end up under there. I go in to get them, and end up hanging out for ten minutes or so, just because it feels like a little space all my own.
If you're lucky, I'll let you in there with me to hang out...Mom and Dad have been two of the lucky invited few...
Are you next?