"I'm done!" Paul Bunyan declared, throwing down his completed envelopes. Within ten minutes the saws were sawing, the nail gun was gunning, the troops were rarrin' to go, "Let's start workin!"

She was already designing the inside of the playhouse. If she had her way it would replete with curtains matching the table cloth.

But she had to earn her ownership. A few triggers of the air gun. Kapow!

And this one's for you!

Let's do a little dance. Let's sing a little song.

Kapow to you too!

And also to you.

Two walls up.

And then super Daddy takes over and the goombas get to watch.
It's dinner time now and Paul Bunyan isn't going to stop until it's dark and then maybe he'll work by the light of the full moon, and there's definitely a spotlight out there. It only turns on when it senses motion, so he'll have to keep his ass moving.
And by morning, there might be wall to wall carpeting. And quite possibly a woodstove pipe. Windows will be in and the front door attached. Maybe, maybe shutters. And the coolest thing is...it's completely portable. It's a Portable Playhouse. It's perfect. Because now we can't get taxed on it. And the spawn, when they learn how to run the tractor themselves, they can just keep moving it around the yard...following the sun and its rays.
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