Bubba is enthralled with the house renovation that’s going on close to us. We walk past it every morning on our way to day care and she points out the fencing/scaffolding/cement trucks: building?

 Then her brow furrows with a look of concentration as she listens for yet another new sound. That noise mumma? That’s a {saw/drill/sander/cement pourer} Bubba.

Of course, I think her absolute favourite thing about the house renovation is the site foreman. Or rather, the site forepaws. A very lovely, placid dog who wanders the site perimeter making sure everything is going well and checking out all visitors. On this particular morning, one of the walls was being taken down so forepaws was in the back of the truck for the time being. Bubba asked me puppy sad? and she was probably onto something. More tail wagging seems to happen on site than in the truck – except when Bubba stops by the truck for a pat of course.

This morning when we walked past, there was a new sound coming from behind the fencing. She poked her head around, ignoring the sign, and then looked at me, eyes filled with curiosity.

I build mumma?

Sure Bubba, you can be anything you want to be. I’d like it if you were a builder … or architect, or carpenter, or painter. Whatever makes you happy will make me happy!