Instead, I have a characteristic slice of Little Guy's life to report on. [Note: Henceforth I shall be referring to Little Guy as 'Youngest'. I think 'Little Guy' might become insulting as he nudges ever closer to becoming a teenager.]
So. A slice of Youngest's life.
Today, after school lessons were done, Youngest informed me that he was going out to Dad's shop to build a skateboard. Not exactly sure what prompted that fancy seeing as he already has a decent skateboard, but who am I to kill the dream?
Using scraps of wood plus trucks and wheels from a garage sale find (again--why buy a skateboard at a garage sale when he already has one? There are some things a mother learns not to ask) Youngest fashioned a clunky, if not quite clever, facsimile of an old school board.
And then he came to the best part:
"And guess what, Mom? It's going to be powered by a leaf blower!"
He becomes more and more like his hero every day.
I'll try to post a picture. Assuming my camera can capture the speed and precision of such a machine. Duct tape and all . . .
ADDENDUM: Unwieldy would be an accurate way of describing this masterpiece : ) Also in our back yard: Youngest has a tightrope (with guide wire for safety and balance) and is busily fabricating one superbicycle from the corpses of several defunct old bikes. Carry on, Youngest!