Today was not as cold and snowy as some of the previous days have been, but today the kids decided it was time for an expedition to the Yukon. The seven year old and the four year old packed up clothes for a two day journey, loaded up their sleeping bags, and the seven year old made pb&j sandwiches.
Then the four year old had to take nap. While she slept, the seven year old and I went over the map and he had realized that he actually couldn't really travel to the Yukon -- (a) I wouldn't let him walk off by himself with his little sister (b) It would take a lot longer than the two days he had planned to walk there (c) Seven year olds aren't allowed to cross international borders by themselves. So when she awoke, they headed out to the much more accessible Yukon of the back yard.
There, they spread out their sleeping bags, picnicked on sandwiches, put the wild bear in the house so he wouldn't eat their sandwiches and called us multiple times on their walkie-talkie to assure us of their safety and ask if it was time for dinner yet.
When they play together nicely, it is a joy and a pleasure.