I just worked on the second day of a short zombie film, and my friend’s one-year-old is crawling around the apartment like an iguana, till he settles under the table. My friend said this is one of his favorite spots in the apartment. I forgot how when you’re little, cozy spaces are the best and I remember that I also used to love hanging out under tables. My mom used to make me pb/j-no-crust sandwiches in a barn lunch box and silo thermos of milk, which I would have under the table while everyone else sat in chairs. Another cozy space memory is when my aunt bought a fridge, we were allowed to keep the cardboard box, and my cousins and I took turns sitting in it. Husband says all kids like cozy spots. That’s why forts are so popular.