The boys and I were at a friend's house for lunch today, and then we stayed a while so the kids could play and we could talk. We were in the middle of some discussion when I was completely distracted by a banging sound coming from the room where the boys were playing.
My friend seemed undisturbed, and I have to say that I'm not usually one to rush in (kids will be kids and I don't let mine destroy things, but I do let them play!) but I had to check it out. Turns out it wasn't my boys, but her son. He had a foam sword and was whacking it on the wall in his bedroom. No harm done.
At my house, that sound usually means that the "carpenters" have decided my house needs a little "fixing" and they're taking care of things for me. While I appreciate the help, I sometimes have to intervene in the interest of saving my house!
Here's where they were working this week. :)