Sandbox Repairs

Years ago, when Kaden was but a wee toddler, Papa built a sandbox. The brats, minus Eliza who was nothing but an egg-in-waiting, had a lot of fun in that sandbox. Then the cats discovered it and decided  to use it as a luxury shit-hole. The Wench had no patience for scooping cat poop out of the sandbox every time the brats wanted to play in it, so it was emptied and stored behind Papa's trailer. Until today...

The bottom of the sandbox was pretty well rotted away and needed replacing. The brats improved their carpentry skills by hammering on a new bottom.

Kaden was a natural and finished an entire side—plus helped with Eliza's side—by himself.

Eliza worked with me, hammering the nail into place after I had given it a good start.

Mary Jane grudgingly admitted that Kaden was better at something—driving nails. I didn't realize until now that both pictures of her working were taken while she was correcting her mistakes. At least half of the nails she started had to be pulled and begun again. She finished her side last, but did it by herself all the same.

The brats love their new (again) sandbox!

 Thanks, Papa, for helping us repair it. It's simple days like this the brats will remember and cherish forever.