afternoon escape

 After school on Wednesday, Morning Boy and I escaped to the tree house to do some snacking while we planned a project.

He had some soup and I ate cake.

 In the middle of our escape, Mesquite came out with the phone, and insisted that I take the call.  I figured that since we were in the tree house, we could insist that she use the bucket to deliver the phone.

 She was a good sport.

Mr. Dub was a good sport, too.

He was the caller.