It took me nearly three months to build this mansion of a tree house for my daughter.

It had slimes and swings, windows and doors, ladders and steps, it had it all.

And shit, I even insulated it and had power outlets heating and cooling.

The monstrous structure was a beautiful mix between a full-fledged apartment and a McDonald's

play place.

I was incredibly proud of it.

But I must say that it fully solidified the truth in her words whenever my wife told

me that I sometimes way overdue things.

Truth be told, it only made her more right since our daughter was only four years old.

By the time I finished building the tree house, there were only a few nice days left on

the fall before snow hit.

My daughter only got those few days to play outside and in my creation.

Although I did install heating in it, my daughter wasn't a big fan of going outside

to play in the snow, unless we turned it into a big event to go sledding somewhere.

This was slightly disappointing to me, but she was only four, so I understood when the

snow melted and the temperature climbed again, she was out there playing in it almost constantly.

This made me happy to see how excited she was with what I had made for her.

For about a week, it was even difficult to get her to come back inside to eat and sleep.

There had been a couple of nights I had to go out and drag her back in the house for

bath time and bed.

As times like these that I was happy, I made the tree house big enough and sturdy enough

for me to venture up there.

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