Today I took my kids to Lowes to get some building supplies. They've suddenly expressed an interest in wood working. Even my daughter told me that she wants to be a carpenter. I don't know what brought that on, but I'm going with the flow.
We walked up and down through the lumber section.
"Mama, I need this," my son said pulling out a large plywood board.
"Dude, there's no way I'm fitting that into my car. Pick something smaller."
He frowned and picked something else.
To make a long story short, we left Lowes with a toolbox, a tool set, nails, and some wood boards. I couldn't wait to see what kind of concoction they were going to come up with.
When we got home, my kids went to work. A short while later, my son called me over to inspect his creation. "Mama, look at my tree house."
The boy had balanced a plywood board over a tree branch in such a way that it was sturdy enough to sit on. He arranged another one so that it looked like a roof.
"How do you like it?' he asked.
"Pretty impressive. You have a future as an architect."