They have convinced themselves that they are real vikings and that our beagle is a fearsome dragon.
Recently, they moved every single stick of furniture out of their bedroom. Ok, everything except for the dresser. They got that halfway across the room before they gave up and decided it would be their Viking table. You know, for making Viking weapons and stuff.
Apparently, Vikings don't use furniture.
They accomplished this all before breakfast.
Later that morning, I came downstairs to investigate when I heard sawing sounds coming from their room. Copper (the latest name Daniel insists that we call him by) was using a butter knife to remove paint from the orange wall in their room.
Apparently, Vikings do not have orange walls.
After I confiscated the butter knives, they moved their mattresses back into the bedroom. They patiently explained to me that Vikings do have mattresses, but not bed frames, and definitely not bedsheets.
Apparently, I've got a lot to learn about Vikings.
But I draw the line at a fire pit in the Viking bedroom.
Even if I have to turn into this lady to get a little respect around here.
