The sign read, “Mom, look in here. It’s cool.” Yes, my curiosity was piqued. I watched as my six year-old stood at my wife’s desk, her eyes aglow. “Come see, Mama!” Standing in the dining room, I observed as my wife rose from her seat and followed our young daughter skipping into the kitchen, brushing her growing bangs from her eyes. Reaching the lower cabinets, both of them stopped and read the sign.
At this point, I could no longer regard from afar. Casually, I decided to join them, although keeping a short distance; after all, this surprise wasn’t meant for me. Slowly and methodically, my wife obeyed the sign, pulling the old, not remodeled kitchen cabinet open. Inside, we all gazed at the quilt, pillow, and stuffed animals carefully positioned inside the cabinet. What the heck? I wondered.
Then, from behind me, I heard my oldest: “Papa, I have one, too!” she chirped. In the cabinet across, my oldest daughter pulled open another door to reveal, yes, a blanket and pillow “decorating” the inside of the cabinet. “See?” she continued excitedly. “I put all the pots and pans and stuff down here.” Bending down, I saw that all of our cooking pots, lids, barbecue utensils, and crockpot had, indeed, been relocated, a bit haphazardly, to a new location.
I considered being annoyed. I considered asking them to get this stuff out of the kitchen cabinets right now. After all, this is our kitchen, for Pete’s sake! I considered reminding them they have a playroom, they could construct forts in there. There’s plenty of room in there! I considered crushing their creative little spirits. I know parents that would have, for sure.
“So,” I began, “are these your new apartments?” They beamed. “Yeah!” they responded.