The Iron man

We have a toddler and a swimming pool, which are decidedly not compatible, so The Buzzard came up with a plan to build a rod iron gate outside the back door. I marveled and called him "brilliant". He quickly came up against a tiny glitch...he doesn't know how to build a rod iron gate.

So, we called Papa. Papa, it just so happens, knows how to custom design, build, and install just about anything, including rod iron gates. I offered him a ham sandwich in return for some rather heavy labor, and he accepted. We marveled and called him "generous".

Over a period of a few weekends, the Buzzard and his Dad have been hanging out; welding, soldering, drilling, painting, and grinding. Actually, I'm not entirely sure that any of those things really happened. I'm just making up vocabulary that I think will work well under the heading of "Iron man". What I do know for certain is that by the end of yesterday I had one of these outside my back door....

.....which means that this little crawler is trapped inside, all safe and sound. (At least until she learns to swim like Michael Phelps. Hooray for #8!!)