Living Arrangements

During a recent drive home, Hal and I discussed our living arrangements. We have some of our most interesting conversations while driving home from preschool, just the two of us.

“Mommy, when is our house going to get a fire?”

“Oh, I hope it never gets a fire! Why?”

“Because then the firemans would come and put it out.”

“But then our house would be all burned up. We wouldn’t want that.”

“Well, we could move into a different house that no one else is living in.”

“I think I’d rather stay in the house we are in. Besides, we wouldn’t want to lose all our stuff that’s in the house.”

“Well, we could take it with us.”

“Not if it got burned up in the fire. Don’t you want to keep Mr. Fuzzy and your sleep bee and all those cool clothes from cousin Nicholas?”

“Well, we could just take that stuff.”

“Not if it burned up. When would we take it? Before the fire came?”

“Yes. We could just take it all with us. Before.”

“But how do we know the fire is coming?”

He didn’t have a good answer for that so we drove in silence for all of about two blocks.

“I want to live in a tree house. With you and Daddy and Bubba and Sissy.”

“That would have to be a pretty big tree house. What about Rose?”

“She can live there too.”

“But she’s a dog. She can’t climb ladders.”

“Well, you can pick her up and then Daddy can pick you up and then you guys can climb the ladder. What do you think of that?”

“That sounds complicated.”

“What if someone tried to knock our tree house down? That would make me very angry. I would growl at them. Like this. {growl}.”

“Do you think that would work? Growling like that?”

“Yes. I don’t want anyone to hurt my tree house. I’d climb down and punch them in the face. If they tried to knock down my tree house.”


“I want to invite all the people in the world to come to our tree house.”

“That would have to be a really big tree house to hold that many people.”

“I know, but we can make lots of beds for them.”


“I want one of those special beds. The kind with a bed on the bottom and a bed on the top. I love those kinds of beds. Bubba could sleep on the bottom and I could sleep on the top. I wouldn’t be able to touch anything. Not the door or climb down or anything. Bubba would have to help me get down. We’d use a workerman’s ladder.”

Interestingly enough, a week or so later, I picked him up and said we had a surprise for him. We were going to go look at something.

“Is it a bunk bed?!”

I just love it when they take all the steam out of your exciting announcement…