To build a shed

There's this clause that's buried in the unconditional love pact that all parents have taken for their children, which basically says that while on vacation to visit your grandchildren you can be conscripted into building a shed. I'm not sure most parents are aware of this, but now you are forewarned.

Two days, three men, four walls, a floor, a roof, a window, and a door. Pretty impressive.



I'd like to think that gender roles are not so strict these days, especially around these parts, but when it comes to construction projects, I'm afraid my contribution is mostly making sandwiches and keeping the kids out of the way. And I didn't even do that very well. Jack wanted in on that action.

And my mom kept Sadie pretty well occupied for me. But I did make some good sandwiches.

No rest for the weary, my poor parents headed straight from this project to San Jose, where they participated in the demolition of my grandma's kitchen counter.



I promise to do this for you someday, mom and dad. I wish this visit was longer and/or involved more playing and less working (for you at least), but I'm glad the kids got to spend some more time with their grandparents, since the Minnesota time was sort of eclipsed by the cousins.