Big T's Playhouse

Big T got this plastic monstrosity for his birthday. I never wanted a plastic monstrosity in my yard. Never.
And now I have one.
I actually helped select it from the giant toy store, and arranged to have it brought to my home. I did this, because I'm fond of the child and he was tired of weeding and watering the plants. I think he figured out that weeding and watering was not a game.
He really likes the playhouse, and therefore, so do I. It has four sides, each with a different play theme; gas station, schoolhouse, market, and sports center. Here we are playing with it the first time after it was assembled (Thanks Frank!).

Much of T's time that evening was spent trying to bite on this tiny jar of faux mustard that is intended to be used with the "market" side of the thing. Hopefully he'll grow out of this.

In addition to playing with the faux mustard, he also really enjoyed opening the pass through market window. But when one would try to pass him the faux mustard through the market window (as the manufacturer intended...), he would shake his head violently, and nasally shout, "No, no!"

Here is a photo of our trip back to our actual (and minimally plastic) house. Not a happy boy. However, one must be taught that you can't stay outside and bite on faux mustard all night long.

It's a hard lesson to learn.