Yesterday, I spent the day with two of my favourite little people in the whole world. I picked them up early in the day and we went out for hot chocolates and croissants (a latte for me). Next stop, the bookstore. Having all found something we could cozy up with on a hammock, we made our way out to 'the country'.
In spite of it being a beautiful day, the girls wanted to paint like Nana (moi) in Nana's studio. In a few hours, they had each produced 3 pieces of artwork. Their mother would soon arrive to join us for supper and to take them home.
We had discussed the option of a sleepover and DH and I teased that they could sleep outside in the 'treehouse' (above). The 7 year old retorted that the spiderwebs would have to be cleared out before she would consider sleeping there. Kids are so demanding these days. As my daughter and I prepared supper, we noticed something strange going on in the treehouse.
Can you tell what they are doing? Yes, they are scrubbing down the treehouse. Buckets, brushes and rags are being used to scrub every piece of wood their little hands can reach. (These photos are a little blurry because I took them through the kitchen window. The girls are still in their painting-in-the-studio gear.)
DH had previously told them that he wanted to paint the treehouse this summer, but would have to wash it down before applying paint. He never suggested they should be the ones to wash it down! Were they cleaning it to help him, or because they wanted to sleep there overnight? We weren't sure. None of us had asked them to scrub the treehouse. In fact, the idea would never have occurred to any of us! Imagine living all these years without having scrubbed down the treehouse.
All hard-working women need a break from their labours. Now they realize that we had been watching them cleaning - they seem both proud and a little self-conscious. They revealed they did not want to sleep over in the treehouse, they simply thought it required a good cleaning! Alrighty then ... how about doing the house next?
Back to work. Even the floor was washed. Do I have amazing granddaughters, or what?!!!!!