3 years, 4 months.
This past Labor Day Weekend, I feel that the major theme for you, your brother, and cousins was to make houses in the living room and then hang out in them; like an ongoing slumber party.
Apparently, there was even a farmer’s market where produce and animals were sold.
Granted, within a few hours, the house of pillows and play tents would inevitably get destroyed, only to be rebuilt each time.
The four of you had your own community and culture in which the adults were largely unaware of.
I have a feeling you all will rebuild your house the next time we are in town.