This morning my dad took the kids to Lowe's for the "Build and Grow" workshop that they had for kids second-grade and up. I pulled Jake aside and told him that if anyone should ask, he should answer that he was in second grade. He nodded and then processed what I said and replied, "But...that would be lying." I just nodded yes, but I told him since I told him to do it, it would be okay. Reason #487 why our kids will probably need a therapist someday.
But, they had a good time and came home with some nice looking houses. I was actually surprised at how sturdy they are. Maddie said that it wasn't busy until after they arrived and she followed it with, "I guess they all wanted to be where the Murphy family was." At age nine we can call that a healthy dose of confidence.
To be honest, I'm not a huge fan of birdhouses. I don't know why; I know some people find it relaxing to watch. So, I'm not sure where they'll end up. Mike said he could attach them to the fence, but the anal-retentive part of my psyche can't do that. I'm hoping Mr. Fix-it can come up with a way to attach a string to hang them off of something. Maybe we'll buy those planters you stick in the ground and put them in the corners of the yard where we transplanted our lillies last year. That will keep the mess from the birds that Mike hates away from the general area of the pool where everyone steps.
And no one had to commit a sin Easter weekend by lying about their age; Jake wasn't asked.