We left a clubhouse in our move last summer. It's something my two boys remind me of everyday. A clubhouse, and a much loved swing. So when Ben saw the wood against the garage, he assumed it was for a new clubhouse. I didn't have the heart to tell him I salvaged it off the side of the road to make our garden boxes out of.
It's amazing how many hours can be consumed when you give a boy a hammer and a bag of nails. They worked on it all afternoon and only needed help nailing on the roof. They have big plans for this clubhouse. A nice addition to the pirate raft Dad made them for Christmas. We just wish we had our Lake St. friends to fill it with secret plots, adventures and popsicle wrappers.