Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The Sprome House

When my parents moved into their home, my dad found the perfect place to build what he calls a "Sprome House."
You see, a "Sprome" is part sprite and part gnome.  And all magical.

In the base of the tree, he added a small door and above it hung a mailbox.  The older boys have enjoyed corresponding with the Sprome for a few years now.  The write letters back and forth telling each other about their lives, hobbies, and families.

Sometimes, the boys get really lucky and the Sprome drops coins on the ground for them to find.

As one-year-olds last summer, Eli and his cousin, Elliette, had yet to discover the magic of the family Sprome.

Until this weekend.

Walking through the back wooded area, they spotted it.  Elliette was insistent on pounding on the door and pulling on the handle.  She just knew that it must open.  Eli, however, took a different approach.  He would simply stand back and yell at the top of his lungs, "KNOCK KNOCK!  KNOCK KNOCK!"  Pretty sure that he was thinking, "Dude, if whatever is in there comes out, I am not sure I want to be too close to it..."



Not sure if he'll be relieved or disappointed when he gets a bit older and learns the Sprome isn't a tiger.  But here are some images from their discovery.




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