Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Remember Building A Fort With Your Dad?

Yeah, me either. I remember doing other stuff* with my dad.

But, sadly for me, my forts consisted of a couple of rusty nails and a pallet or two.

They usually fell apart fast. Or they were moved. Or they were chopped up to keep us warm.
I liked to play on an old rotted stump in a line of trees on a little hill. In the summer the stump grew huckleberries. If I sat real still, no one could see me, and I could eat all the huckleberries before anyone else knew they were ripe.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I just never built anything like this with my dad.

Do you suppose they realize how lucky they are that all their dad wants to do is come home and play with them?

'Spose they'll remember tea parties in the fort after dark?

That it was Dad with them out there?







That Dad was the one who ran to the store to get the Oreos?

You bet they will!

*Other Stuff: castrating pigs and cows, watching piglets being born, butchering chickens, hiking, rollerskating, AWANA, picking berries, and most importantly- sneaking out to the bakery before school.

5 comments:

bringing up boys said...

HEY! Is that my greenhouse? I want it back!!! Seb just told me he had enough materials to build me a greenhouse, and now you post a playhouse? Way cool by the way!

Gramma 2 Many said...

And chopping and splitting wood. Maybe that is what I did with my dad though. We certainly did not build forts together either.
Can hardly wait to see it. Is the birthday party going to be held inside the fort or the house?

Glenda, saved by grace said...

what a great dad. Those are the best kinds of memories and I bet they will remember, cause Mama took pictures of it!

Julie said...

that is awesome! How fun

Anonymous said...

Dad's are soooo important! I thank God every day that I have a husband who can't wait to be with our daughter to play and have fun. Just like yours! Hugs my friend!
Frizzy