OK, one more kid story–just happened about 30 minutes ago. But to help set the stage, you have to first hear one of my favorite Aggie jokes. (And, again, as a Texas A & M/Aggieland graduate, myself, I can say that in actuality there are no Aggie jokes, only true stories…)
Q: What do you do when an Aggie throws a pin at you?
A: You’d better run. He’s holding a grenade in his mouth.
That said, Boy #3 (six-year-old chess champion) was lamenting that I am not letting him watch TV. His mother and two older brothers are upstairs doing schoolwork with Mom, while he and younger brother (Boy #4, four years old) are stuck down here near Dad’s office cave, and he is hankering for some TV.
I explain that he already gets a good bit of television–perhaps more than he should–and that I want the two of them to play. “Play what?” comes the inevitable question. Well, be creative–make something, draw something, pretend something. “But that’s hard!” comes the equally inevitable follow up whine. Well, yes, it takes work to use your brain–especially when what you really want is a “brain vacation” in No Thinking Land in front of the television. The fact that you think it is hard is all the more reason not to turn on the TV.
After some additional fascinating lecture, they seem to get the point (I am very motivational, after all), and begin to get excited about pretending something, so I am able to go back to work.
What do they decide to pretend? They take some foam baseballs, some rubberbands, rubber “eye cups” from some binoculars, and some clothespins, they put them together to make “grenades” (rubber band holds eye cup to baseball, clothespin clips onto eye cup), and they go around the house pulling the “pins” (the clothespins), throwing them, and blowing things up.
Apparently, Luke 3:14’s “Do violence to no man” is not quite in their vocabulary, yet…
Anyway, what really prompted me to write about it was seeing Boy #3 stand in my office doorway, pull the “pin” from his “grenade”, and then promptly throw the pin down the hallway while holding on to the grenade.
Looks like my Aggie DNA has been successfully passed on to another generation! 🙂