I think there is a great injustice in the world and adults are the victims. Kids have all the fun: playrooms, forts, tree houses, secret clubhouses, people who clean them and feed them multiple times a day. Adults have houses that they must clean, repair, maintain, and worst of all pay for, outrage. And, we sit quietly in submission, refusing to take action.
If I had a secret clubhouse and I most certainly do need one, it would be the most amazing place. Unlike those which belong to children, I would totally allow boys, so I could sneak away with my husband and we could make out (eww, gross). Whatever, not gross. awesome sauce.
Children would only be allowed two days a week under adult supervision, namely when that adult is not me. There would be a full service beverage bar, art studio, and fire pit for
roasting burning marshmallows.
I’d invite my friends and we’d sit around drinking iced coffee from mason jars.
On warm summer nights, we could sit by the water, watching the fireflies and
do a little fishing.
And we would absolutely need this giant hammock.
And obviously, this. No question about it.
Don’t you love my secret clubhouse? What would yours be like?