The Mermaid's Cafe

As I write this, the bathroom off my office is no longer a bathroom. It has been reimagined by my 11-year old daughter as an establishment known as The Mermaid's Cafe. It should be noted that our house is on the market and that keeping it clean and presentable is a big, big challenge for us. When I first saw the bathroom I was not happy. I was not thinking of mermaids, I was thinking of using my fingernails to scrape the Scotch tape off the mirrors before the next showing.

It began last night when my wife called to me and her voice sounded odd and echoey. I discovered her sitting on a stool within the shower stall of my office bathroom. In front of her was an upside down laundry basket which was draped with a towel, on which stood a candlestick and a table setting. The shower doors were covered with watercolor signs that read "The Best Places in Life are Wet!" and "Now Selling Juice Pops!!" The mirror was covered with menus and signs that encouraged Manatees to wash their flippers. But all I saw was tape. Tons and tons of tape on every clean surface.

Then my wife smiled at me from within her Plexiglas enclosure and I felt my frustration fade. I love my wife and I love the creative atmosphere in which she has allowed our children to imagine and play. I pray that no matter where we live, our home will always be a place where "...adventure awaits you!"