Children and Construction Sites

Have you ever tried to build a house with a kid in the middle of it? I pride myself on being able to think like a child. My wife thinks this is a terrible character trait and wishes I would grow up at least a little bit. Especially when we are negotiating a mortgage at the bank and I throw a tantrum when the rates are higher than I wanted.

Every now and then I have a relapse and think like a grownup for some ludicrous reason. This usually makes for some fun with the small one. My daughter always thinks like a little kid (Go figure, she's two!) and reminds me that growing up sucks. With the recent warm weather we acquired some housing for the summer and I decided to make my daughter aware of its existence.

Note to the world, never assemble plastic housing before dinner with the youngsters present unless you think like a child or are very patient. My wife got a good laugh when I was trying to assemble the house while my daughter played with its various components (You haven't lived until you've seen a child setting a tea party up on a roof slab). The wife said I should wait until bedtime to assemble it and I told her I didn't want to wait that long, then I realized she meant the kidlet's bedtime. As she shook her head at me again, my daughter and I had a grand time playing inside the half completed house. Every time she ran outside to get something else for the plastic house I would screw together another piece.

The fun part is that she kept asking me to move out of the way to bring in her latest additions. By the time I had it all screwed together it was quite full as my ample corpse was inside it with her, a chair, a bucket and various other toys. I had a great time in our new cottage but have to say, it isn't as roomy as I would like. Once she had gone inside, in protest, for her dinner I got to remove the plastic house like a shirt. Thankfully the two windows are on opposite sides and the door allows me to see out of it while I'm wearing it. I mean when I'm inside it, uh ...... yeah that's it.

Now if I could only set up a small fishing hole beside it I'll have the perfect vacation spot. If the neighbors catch me fishing in their decorative pond again I think they may call the police. $75.00 a fish my eye, they're just goldfish!