My husband is the ultimate GeekDad. His latest obsession is filling our tiny backyard with some sort of climbing monstrosity that our kids will use four times and that we will eventually end up selling on Craigslist when we move. Which we will have to do because we rent. (I keep telling him...)
He scours websites for play gyms. He oohs and ahs over above-ground pools. (I. Know.) The Target summer catalog has been cracked open to a page containing waterslide/pool combos and sprinkler thingies ever since it arrived earlier this week. I am very afraid that the kids and I will return from our vacation next month to find some sort of princess castle/mountain climbing gym parked next to our barbecue.
Thank god he hasn't see this yet. Or perhaps he has, in which case, we're in trouble.
I know Father's Day is coming up and all, but he's not allowed to get this.
