"The birds will think it’s a UFO," Dad laughed."Exactly," Uncle Tom replied. "It’s high-fashion for sparrows."
We headed to the garage. The smell of old wood and oil is what I always associate with Dad. My job was the most important: The Official Measurement Checker. Measure twice, cut once, very serious. a day with dad and uncle tom by sheila robins 11yo mega full
The day started at 7:00 AM. Usually, I hate 7:00 AM, but Uncle Tom was visiting from the city, and when Uncle Tom is around, things get loud. He and Dad were already in the kitchen trying to make "The World’s Greatest Pancakes." "The birds will think it’s a UFO," Dad laughed
So, we ended up with a neon green bird mansion with a bright blue roof. It is officially the ugliest, most wonderful thing in our backyard. While the paint dried, we went to the park to kick a soccer ball around. Dad and Uncle Tom aren't as fast as they think they are, and I definitely beat them in a sprint to the ice cream truck. Reflections at Sunset My job was the most important: The Official
By 2:00 PM, the birdhouse actually looked like a house! But then, the "mega" part of the day hit a snag. We ran out of blue paint. Uncle Tom suggested we use some leftover neon green paint from the shed.
Some Saturdays are meant for sleeping in, but this Saturday was meant for sawdust, burnt toast, and the kind of laughter that makes your stomach hurt. My name is Sheila, I’m eleven years old, and this is the "mega full" report of the day I spent with my Dad and my Uncle Tom. The Morning Chaos
Looking at Dad and Uncle Tom sitting in their lawn chairs, tired and covered in green paint spots, I realized that the birdhouse didn't really matter. What mattered was that Dad didn't look at his phone once, Uncle Tom told his best stories, and I got to feel like part of the team.