Boys and Weapons

What is it about boys and weapons?  They instinctively make them out of simply anything.  And without a "thing", they use their fingers.  Not sure when this stops, but certainly not by the age of fourteen.  My little guy came home with a stick a few days ago.  Me?  I just saw a three foot stick.  Him?  He saw a magnificent bow in the making.  And, by golly, he created one.

Tonight he called me outside to see something.


Little guy:  "Mom, come out."

Me:  "No, it's cold."

Little guy:  "Come out."

Me:  "No, I don't want to."

Little guy:  "Come out, pleeeeeeease."

Me:  "OK."  You now magic word powers and all.


I walked out onto the front porch.  There he stood, looking like a beautiful warrior, bow drawn, string pulled back...and "sproing!"  Yeah, the arrow fell straight down to the ground by his feet.


Me:  "Cool.  OK, I'm going back in."

Little guy:  "Wait, one more time."


He loaded it, pulled the string back, and "sproing!"  That arrow flew like the wind.

Amazing!

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