Dassy (4) is like her father!
Shocker, huh. I have to admit to having a few blond roots. (No need to comment on that one, Wayne. I remember being called a “mutt”.)
She has been making comments off and on for the last week or two about building a cat house. I’m totally not getting it because we already have a cat house and she brings the idea up at the worst of times. Today, Benjamin was learning about ‘floor plans’ during school and I got out some of the blueprints of our house that Dan and I had drawn up there towards the end. Apparently she was listening.
After supper tonight she brings me a piece of paper with what looks like a house on it, and she’s chattering away about her plans, how the kitty is going to go up these stairs, how she wants to build him a box here, and there’s his bed, and so on. I stopped what I was doing and gave her some pointers on how to draw her blueprint and asked a few questions. I remember simply asking a question or pointing something out and the conversation would continue to flow on for at least another half hour.
Then she tells me she wants to go outside and build it now. It’s 40 degrees out there!! if I’m lucky, and there’s a wind blowing, and it’s dark!!! She wants to hold the flashlight. =) Next thing I know she’s got some of the boards that hold together Maranatha’s (3) bed and she wants to use them to build this cat house. I remember some of the things I was using that Dan tore apart to make something I would not be using any time soon. =)
I managed to deflect that idea by telling her that she should build a model first with the lincoln logs we have in the library. She didn’t have a problem with that, but she was done way to fast for me. =) Then she was raring to move on to the next step. I can remember Dan getting an idea into his head and just tearing into it like that, too.
I also remember what happened next. We would get going on the project, it would take to long to get finished in one day, we wouldn’t have the supplies, or we would hit a tedious part of the project and he would hand it off to me to finish the next day (when I had time), and wah lah!! it was now MY project. Not that that’s a bad thing. The world needs a few people to come up with the ideas and get everyone excited about the project, another few people to take charge and handle the directing of the project, and then there needs to be quite a few more people who are willing to follow along behind and do the grunt work. I really didn’t have a problem with being the “labor force” behind my “visionary”, but I think I might have a bit of a problem with that when the “visionary” is my daughter who is only 4 years of age. I really don’t want to be stuck building a cat house by myself when I don’t even need or want another cat house.
I told her to take it up with Grandpa.