Tuesday, April 20, 2010
The Girl has been wanting a swing for the longest time.
Not a swing set, but a swing among the trees.
Her Dad was happy to oblige and while he thought and planned and came up with ideas, the kids tied ropes in other trees and generally behaved like monkeys.
I tended my garden and tried not to watch as The Mister balanced on ladders all too high, with heavy lumber in one hand, power tools in the other.
I had to choke down words that were not really meant for him....words of affirmation, such as "Be careful. Don't slip! Do you think that ladder is secure?"
Saying them makes me feel better, but don't really help him.
But when I saw this:
I'll admit, I panicked.
I yelled, "Your Dad may have let you climb up there but this will be the last time!"
"Oh, and also... Be careful! Don't slip!"
Here's the reaction I got.
He looks scared doesn't he?
Turns out, I'll be losing that battle. Word from The Misters Workbench is that there is a zip line and a modified tree house in the works. Its a secret, which is why I'm telling you.
I'll pretend to be frightened.
Yes, I'll huff and puff like good mama's do.
And then I'll sit back in my yard and watch the monkeys play.