Me: "This is Big Mama calling Little Bandit... Little bandit, do you read me?...over."
Son: " I copy you Big Mama, loud and clear."
Me: " I'm just checking on your E.T.A. for dinner. Chickens on the plate!...over."
Son: "Mom...what's E.T.A?"
Me: "That would be your Estimated Time of Arrival....over."
Me: "Dinner's ready.... you need to be turning wheels and shifting gears....over."
Son: " Dinner's ready?"
Me: " Roger that....over."
Son: " YES!!! 10- 4 ,I'll be right there........over and out."
After a few building trips, my son honored my husband with an invitation to see the progress. After he went to see it, I peppered my husband with motherly questions.
"Does it look like an 8 year old made it?"
"Is it high off the ground?"
"Is it safe?"
"Should I go and see it?"
"Probably not. It's better to be unaware."
This information made my Mother Hen instincts come out. I could just envision the potential hazards. My husband tells me that all little boys need to build forts, so I should just leave him alone. Today he invited me to look at the progress. I brought the camera along.
I feel the need to point out a few minor things about the beginnings of this fort. Let's just consider this next picture as:
I have noted just a few of my major concerns about the location of this fort.
The fort is held together with old nails and rotting boards. If you weigh more than 100 # I don't recommend sitting on it.
All I have to say is that I'm thankful my kids have their tetanus shots. Rusty nails abound. The only positive thing about the fort is that it is close to a game trail used by the elk to get to water. It might be a neat place to sit quietly and see what type of animals come past. I'm in NO way soliciting my approval of such a hazardous structure, though. Perhaps we can convince him to start from scratch at another location......for his mother's piece of mind.