A Treehouse In The Clouds

I built a treehouse in the clouds this morning.  Daddy helped me.  He's a construction worker so he borrowed a crane and we used that to reach up to the clouds above the house.  They were low today.

My daddy is really good at making ladders.  By late afternoon, we had a ladder going from the kitchen all the way to the treehouse in the clouds.

"There's just one problem, Daddy," I nervously warned the man who was now dripping head to toe with cloud condensation.  From his spot a few rungs off the floor, he couldn't help but show his concern.  After all, I was the one who had the idea to build the treehouse.

"Shouldn't we call it a Cloud-House?  It's hardly in the trees anymore."

And Daddy smiled, then continued up the ladder.  He set up the roof so nothing could fall into the kitchen when mommy and daddy were cooking, and I quickly followed him up into the clouds for our first Cloud-House Picnic.