Bubba's Tree House

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."