Brian plugged away in his home office while Lily and Clara played in their bedroom. The three and five year old girls made a fair amount of noise most of the time, giving him a relaxed sense of security. There were enough “Daddy, can I have…” questions, just enough to reassure him that the girls were playing benignly.
With confidence, Brian finished his projects and phone calls, and then went to check on the little girls. He encountered a construction of impressive size. Stacked atop a sturdy round child table (IKEA) were three Ikea stools, upon which was laid a TV tray top. Balanced on the tray were a Barbie suitcase and some lunch boxes.
From layer to layer, Brian followed the tower. It rose to just below the in-ceiling attic hatch. The hatch was cracked open with a toy broom wedged in the opening.
“Girls…what did you do…? Brian’s voice drifted off as he appreciated the stability of structure.
Both were coloring quietly. Without looking up, Lily sweetly told him. “Well, Daddy, we heard you say something about I don’t give a rat’s attic about…, so we decided to check for rats in the attic.” Giving her daddy a smile, Lily concluded. “We didn't see any rats, so it’s okay…”