Friday, January 11, 2013

Interior Design

My husband, the proverbial Craigslist killer, struck again yesterday.

"Mommy, I'm sad that the pool table is gone."

"I'm sorry you're sad.  But we weren't using it. Now we can put something in here that we will use."

"Like a pool table?"

"No, we didn't use the old one, so I don't think we should get another."

"Or like a boat?"

"Do you think a boat goes inside the house?"

"No.  Well then maybe a really tall side?  Or a swing set?"

"Those would probably get used a lot.  But they're also things that shouldn't be inside the house.  They belong outside."

"Okay, how about a really, really, huge couch that's so big that I look tiny, like a really tiny thing!"

"How would we get that in the room, Cael?"

"You could build it!"

"Have you ever seen me build something like that?"


Crap.  Memories of cardboard trains and airplanes flooded my subconscious.

"Well, I think that's a little above my skill level, Cael.  Plus, cardboard cushions wouldn't feel too great."

"Okay, then, I know what to do.  This is it!  I've got it.  Ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"You can use all of the cardboard to build a big table.  Like one that has four legs and that you can put stuff on.  And we can roll balls on it and they can go under the top if you roll them right.  And would could even hit them with a stick!"

"So you want me to build a pool table to replace our pool table?"

"Great idea, Mommy.  You're very smart."

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