Growing old disgracefully

By GOD

IGLOO BUILDING

Work halted overnight, will resume at first light.  
 
We have a long conversation where he fantasises about all the different levels and special features to be build into the igloo - mud rooms, mezzanine floors, torches in wall sconces and sealskin carpets. I ask if he wants to plan and build houses when he grows up.  He looks at me witheringly.  'I already do that - on Minecraft.' Then the brilliant smile, 'Well, I'm learning the skills there to do it in real life.' Maybe.  Like to see that first house built of obsidian tiles and TNT.  Meanwhile, I'll keep on slaving away as his brickie (extra). 

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