Our friend Ella was over to play this morning, and the kids decided to make a fort.
Ella arranged the kitchen, while Milo coped with the walls and roofing.
Upon completion of construction, Ella stood up to survey the new digs. “This doesn’t look good,” she announced, pointing to the blanket drapings. “None of the colors match. You need to take them down.”
“Arg!” said Milo. “Ok!” And he stomped around, removing the offending blankets.
The heading really caught my eye – hysterical! I hope the almost newlyweds are speaking once again!
ha! ha! This made my day.
Well, I find it interesting that all of the humor was seen by the female respondents above! My own opinion is that however many conflicts occur regarding making a home (including the garden, by the way), I have always eventually concluded wholeheartedly that my life was enriched by my wife’s taste and insistence that the home be…..well….homey. Decades ago I realized that it’s her place of expertise, and so the only correct response when confronted by a decorating or taste request is, ….OK, let’s see how we can get that done. Not because she is autocratic, but because it is so nice to see her happy and proud of where we live. And I get the benefit of living there too. Win/win. My own grandfather, widowed from the time his daughters were 2 and 5, lived such a hermit existence that his daughters called their home “the cave”. And they weren’t talking about a “man cave” either. They were talking about a spartan and purely functional life. I’m afraid that would be my fate without my wife in my life. So Milo, my young grandson, embrace the positive and do whatever she asks. You’ll be a better man for it.