The towels will remain on the kitchen table until I put them away… or until someone inadvertently knocks them down and I’ll yell loud enough for them to realize that it’s quite possible I actually didn’t want the towel tower to remain on the kitchen table forever. Hopefully it doesn’t come to that… and I get them put away before they hit the floor.
We’ve had two lunches, a breakfast and a supper at the counter since I started building the tower… far be it for someone to remove it. Apparently they’re going with the idea that I built it… so they don’t possibly want to wreck it on me! Some part of me wants to yell “THIS ISN’T LEGO I’M BUILDING! SOMEONE PUT THE DAMN TOWELS AWAY!” But I don’t. Yet I don’t move it.
Yesterday I played Jenga with my son. We played a good ten games, removing little wooden pieces from the pile, hoping not to fell the tower. Laughing hysterically when it did. The entire thing slamming loudly to the floor as it became unsteady… pieces going everywhere… our attempt to catch the tower as it fell made them go further. I fear for my towels. I know at some point someone’s going to remove one from the middle as they’re heading up for a shower… not the one on top… they never want the one on top.
Supper is ready. I better set the counter… maybe for a table cloth I’ll use part of my tower!