Backyard Camping

When it's as warm as it was today, I feel compelled to provide shelter for Arthur when he goes outside to hang out. That boy will lay in the hot sun for hours. The problem is, he cares not for my tireless efforts. Take this fort from a few years ago - a tarpish beauty with drop-down sides which he dissed mercilessly. (I had to force him to sit for the picture.) I think I need to rethink my architecture.

Perhaps he would be more into a traditional A-frame shape:


or maybe it's roominess he's after:


although I suspect he's a big sissie who only wants wall-to-wall padding:


Sorry, boy. My aesthetic principles forbid me to go there.