Garion came home today determined to make Nerf guns for himself and his best friend. Out of cardboard. And scotch tape. I acquiesced, or rather, willfully ignored this endeavor because I still had about and hour of work left to do and I figured the Sisyphean task of building Nerf guns from cardboard would keep him busy for awhile. Garion was still at it while I was making dinner a couple of hours later. This was a project of epic proportions. And epic use of scotch tape.
All of the sudden, he came in the kitchen with big huge crocodile tears of frustration rolling down his face: "It's not going to work! All this [big sweeping hand gesture] and it's not going to work! It's not going to ever work!!!" And I did not tell him that I had no expectation of this idea ever working because I am a good mother. Or, today at least, I am a good mother. I gave him a hug and we talked about how sometimes things don't always come out the way you thing they're going to and he cried some more while not paying any attention whatsoever to my very good life advice. And then he stopped. Broke away from me and stormed out the front door without a word. Being the good mother that I am today, I resisted the urge to follow and make sure he wasn't hoofing it to the border in search of a better life with his dog, his gameboy and whatever bit of stickiness was in his pocket. Five minutes later he came back in with some black tubing he managed to scrounge up in the garage: "This will work much better!!!"
And this is just so like his dad it kills me. His dad who embarks on epic projects, spends the whole time cursing in frustration, frequently comes in half way through and says "It's not going to work, it's never going work," goes back out, and ta-da! makes it work. And then, ahem....leaves a huge mess.
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