Late last night, after the kids were in bed, Mr F and I transformed ourselves deep into character.
Mr F was clearly Huron and was menacingly wielding a wooden dragon as a tomahawk.
Mrs F, one of The Last Of The Mohicans, was displaying her mad cliff jumping skills as she hurled herself off the ottoman attacking Mr F with her long bladed ax (arms).
You know when you were a kid and you were lying in bed not wanting to fall asleep because you were afraid you were missing out on all the fun. Well our kids actually are.
And, believe me, I'm sorry there is no video.