I shared this news with my husband, who set about de-terrifying the treehouse. First, he bug-bombed the place thoroughly. (In the process, he found an active yellow jackets' nest. Maybe my daughters aren't so spoiled and rotten after all. Maybe they actually possess an innate sense of self-preservation. I'll have to give that some thought.) Then he power-washed the inside within an inch of its life and let the girls go at the walls with some white paint. Next, he cut out three big windows and covered them in plexiglass. Voila! The treehouse is now clean, bug-free, and full of light.
Ready for happy, fright-free children.
Welcome to my playhouse!
Now get out.
Every girl needs a place to daydream . . .
. . . and a rope to climb!
Dinner last night: ham, mashed potatoes
Exactly two years ago: