Over a period of approximately three weeks, the old, dreary wooden swing set in our backyard has gained probably 50 pounds in weight. Mostly steel and iron. In the form of nails. See, Speed Racer has discovered the swing set and, along with a friend of his from the neighborhood (let’s call him Spridle), he’s been in the process of renovating the swing set.
They’re turning it into a club house, don’tcha know.
And, I was rather forcefully corrected, it’s not a fort. “A fort is made from chairs and blankets. This is a club house. For boys. No girls are allowed.” Give ’em a few years and I’m pretty sure that’ll change.
Let’s check out the visual evidence for how much progress has been made by the little dudes.
As you can see, not much actual progress there, but I can tell you from experience that there’s a whole lotta nails in that there contraption. This weekend, I’m going to have to honor a promise I made to the little dudes and take them to Home Depot for more nails (if you can believe it. They used up all the ones I had in the garage.) and some plywood to shore up the cardboard walls they’re using now.
In case you were wondering, the cardboard walls didn’t hold up all that well during a recent rainstorm. Shocking, right?
Still, despite its haphazard nature, or perhaps because of it, I think this is great.
There are no adult plans at work. No adults doing work of any kind. Well, except for the fact that I fixed the rotten wooden ladder, two rungs of which broke when they climbed in after the latest rain. I mean, I don’t want them to be too unsafe up there.
This is just two little dudes letting loose with hammer, nail and saw. And a whole lot of imagination. And you know that’s going to turn out great.