We have come into some wood. Random pieces cut in random ways. Over the summer, Tornado A made a sign for the big family room. “Don’t come in” was written on one side. “Come in if you want” was written on the other side. He is meticulous in using it on the door.
Sunday he decided to make a sign for me. One side. “Saye out.” For when I need people to stay out of my room.
Thank you, baby.
Then he made one for his bedroom.
Then one for the bathroom.
Thank you, sweetheart.
One for the office.
Papi will love that one.
One for my parents’ room.
Nana: Thank you.
One for the main hallway.
Um, ok. Awesome.
One for the dining room.
This one is great, but, baby….
One for the living room.
One small sign doesn’t really work for a room without a – no, it’s cute.
And then we had to stop him. Sweetly. Kindly. We asked him to hold off on signs for a little while. How many could he want to make? We love them, but we’re tripping over them.
Then he wailed and wailed and wailed.
I promised he can make more next weekend.