Doughie told me that her playroom is "so uncool" and needs to be redone immediately. She wants me to paint it pink and blue. Well, after remembering the hours and hours I spent the first time, I told her no. I am so mean.
Heck, I remember my playroom, here is a pic.....yeah right, we didn't have playrooms! My "playroom" was the backyard with a 15-year-old, rusty swingset that you needed a tetanus shot before you played on it. The slide was tricky, it was metal and slowly ripping off, you had to play on it just right so you wouldn't tear your rump!
I guess if the worse thing I do as a mother is make my 8-year-old have an uncool playroom--I will take it.
At least Sassy seems to like it.
Heck, I still like it. But what do I know? I was content with a rusty swingset and lawn darts.
What do you think?