In an effort not to let my kid become a total couch potato, I’ve sent him to play in the back yard several days in a row. It’s freaking freezing out there, but the sun is shining and he’s moving enough not to get hypothermia.
Today, while I was making lunch, I looked out to see him standing on top of the domed roof on his play car. You know, the orange one with the yellow roof.
I have no idea how he got up there, but sure enough, proud as a peacock, with hands cupped over his eyes like a regular Magellan, the kid swayed in the wind.
I took a picture. Then calmly and quietly, so as not to scare him off of the thing, told him that he probably shouldn’t be standing up there. It could be a little bit dangerous.
I wonder what it would take to get Leo to build hire someone to build a tree-house for our little look out?