There was a very nice house … GARDEN SHEDS FOR CHILDREN

Do you all remember how this nice little song continues?

“… Without a ceiling, without a kitchen, you could not enter it, because there was no floor …”

As always with children it takes very little, but very little! In fact, after having learned to sing with my little Nicolò the whole verse, modifications and distortions included, here comes the fatigue question:

“Dad dad! But I no home? I want! Without a kitchen, I want! “.

What are you doing then? Don’t you want to make your big little piece of you happy? Choose a certified cottage, suitable for her age, height and wallet , and arrive home for dinner with a triumphant air; you can’t wait to see her little eyes full of amazement, happiness and gratitude!

So grateful that you find yourself skipping dinner, while he has obviously already eaten with his mother, including ice cream, and certainly cannot know everything you would like to tell him about your bad day …

And here you find yourself under the faded light of the porch and the light of the mobile phone to make a speed race between your ability to translate the assembly instructions into practice, and Nicolò’s desire to have his first home, without problems of painting, humidity or even a mortgage. You come to think “lucky him!”.

Instead the next day you find yourself thinking “lucky me!”. Now every evening, after returning from a hard day at work, you can’t wait for Nicolò to call you to tell you what happens during the day in his little house, what haute cuisine dishes he has prepared as soon as he arrives home from kindergarten, what friends they are gone to find him, that he hides in there when the big bad wolf arrives, that it doesn’t rain in there, that the firefighters have come to put out the fire, that he has scored many goals by throwing the ball through the door and into the windows.

And you would give him the Oscar of imagination and creativity every day because every day is different and never banal. Other than unmissable TV series or Champions League! You forget everything: daily troubles, emails, phone calls, bills, appetite.

You would never have imagined that in a square meter or so, without ceiling, kitchen and floor, you would have found the house you always dreamed of as a child!

And do you want to know how we sing the last verse now? Nicolò and I sing it like this …

“But she was beautiful, really beautiful, in via del papa, number zero”. 🙂