Husband and son played, something they built there, I saw the buildings, but I didn’t get into the game. The next day the son calls me into the room, I see, built point-to-point like with daddy the day before. He tells us:
"This is a house, this is a fence, this is a dog house, and this (shows on the wheels scattered) the dog is rattled.
My attempts from the ‘dog’s feces’ to make a well were angrily rejected.
My husband, when I told him, seemed very pleased.