I say "ours," but I think it's only fair to issue a disclaimer. I was a bystander. My daughter and SIL, as young parents, were attempting the project for the first time and didn't really know what to expect. I, on the other hand, knew from experience to take a seat across the room, have my camera ready, critique their work and laugh...a lot. Luckily, I was far enough away that I wasn't part of the food fight that erupted when the house collapsed. Giving credit where it is due, my daughter and SIL did foresee that this had the potential for being a very messy endeavor...thus the quilt on the sofa, the pre-bath bedheads and PJs and, in the case of Grandson #1, a fashionable underwear and socks ensemble.
|Construction progressed well enough at first|
|Mom started to show some signs of consternation fairly quickly,|
although Grandson #1 did a carefree underwear dance.
|The instructions finally had to be consulted.|
|Then Dad started getting a little rowdy with the frosting, and everyone joined in an epic food fight.|
Somehow Grandson #2 lost a sock in the melee.
|By the third roofslide, the house parts were fair game.|
But everyone was soon in near-sugar coma, so it didn't matter anymore.