Hannah, with her bright, sparkly eyes and a giggle ready to pop, loved her home. It was a place where anything could happen! Today, her littlest sister, Helena, who was only one, was toddling after her like a tiny, joyful shadow. 'Zoom!' Hannah would pretend, crawling quickly, and Helena would squeal, 'Zoooom!' following right behind. Hannah imagined they were brave explorers, navigating a vast jungle made of sofa cushions and blankets.

Their favourite game was hide-and-seek, even though Helena always hid behind the same curtain, making her sweet little 'peek-a-boo' noises. Hannah would pretend to search everywhere, peeking under tables and behind chairs, before exclaiming, 'Aha! Found you, my brave little explorer!' Helena would burst into a fit of happy claps, and Hannah would feel a fizz of fun in her tummy. Fun, fun, fun!

Later, the sun shone bright outside, perfect for a bike ride! Hannah skipped to the back garden, her red helmet already on. But oh dear! Dad was under the car bonnet, making grumbling noises. 'It's having a bit of a grumble, love,' Dad explained, wiping grease from his brow. 'Looks like our bike ride might have to wait.' Hannah’s fizz of fun started to feel a little flat. Tick-tock, waiting clock.

Hannah loved to build, so she thought, 'Maybe I can help Dad fix the car with my trusty blocks!' She brought out her biggest, strongest building blocks and tried to stack them near the car's wheel, thinking they could hold it up. 'There, Dad! A super-duper car stand!' Dad chuckled softly, 'That’s very imaginative, sweetheart, but I need some grown-up tools for this job.' Hannah sighed. It wasn't quite working, and Helena was getting a bit restless, wanting more 'Zooom!' playtime.

Then, Hannah remembered something important: Fun wasn't just about riding bikes or finding Helena behind curtains. Fun could be built! 'Helena!' Hannah exclaimed, a new sparkle in her eyes. 'Let's build a waiting fort! A super secret, super fun place where we can wait for our bike adventure!' She gathered blankets and pillows, and soon, a magnificent fort stood in the living room, big enough for both of them. Inside, they imagined they were on a cloud, floating and giggling, making up silly stories while Dad worked outside.