Buster and I spent hours yesterday building a
fort for ... somebody. I appointed myself the engineer and went on building
and building, while he and the rest of the warriors or whoever they were
went to the grocery and the pet store -- doesn't it say something sweet
about his character that he can't think of anything else for large
dangerous men to do than run the most banal of errands?
When
they came back, he discovered I had built the walls so high that we
couldn't reach the rooms. So he had a burglar sneak in and steal the
weapons and my beloved weather station.
Buster Brown moved in with me when he was 3 months old and moved out when he started first grade. Now I only see him every other weekend -- so LET'S MAKE THE MOST OF THEM!
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