Now don’t get me wrong, we adore our two builders.  

Having bought a rundown old house, they have become friends and regular visitors – albeit ones we pay.

And no one adores them more than our little boys.

Their last school holidays were spent either outside shovelling dirt with shovels that were almost as big as them or watching out the lounge room window at the cement truck trying to back into our very awkward driveway.

And now the latest works are almost complete, our boys are trying to work out what we can do next around the house, so they will come back.

The deal each afternoon while they worked on our house, was as soon as they left – the boys had to have a bath.

For one young lad, having a bath or shower is not that much of a big deal.  He likes to be clean.

But for the other, bathing is a monumental waste of time.  

There is no understanding that it would be preferable to get into bed nice and clean.  He tells me he has every intention to get dirty again the next day.

So, while sitting on the back of the ute deep in conversation, he asked one of our builders if he could stay with us forever, so he will never have to have a bath.

This presents me with a couple of problems.

First, I am unsure what my husband will have to say about this.

Despite my child’s generous offer to stay coming with the condition he lives in the downstairs storage area (a not so inviting room) I am fairly confident the hubby is going to object.

Secondly, I am unsure what our builder’s own family will have to say about this.

As much as I am sure he enjoys the company of my two kids, he actually has his own that I figure he would prefer to live with.

Thirdly, and perhaps most importantly, my son may never shower or bath again.

But I did make a deal that our son only needed to shower once his new buddy left for the day.

Kids’ logic is fabulous.   

There was no way the builder was going to move in but if there was a chance to delay the inevitable, our nine-year-old was going to give it a good go.

The builders have now both left, and thankfully all my children are bathed and clean.  

As much as I adore grubby kids, there’s nothing better than kissing them goodnight and smelling clean hair and a fresh face.

It’s also good knowing there isn’t a builder living under our house.