You Know You're Getting Old When... 
Josh and Caleb love legos and can spend countless hours building Star Wars ships, battlements, and a myriad of other creations from their imaginations. One afternoon, they asked me to play with them (wanting to spend time doing something more fun than school!), so I said yes, and upstairs we went. I was sure that my cool-creation-building skills would come back to me as I began a space ship that would join Caleb's in our attack against Josh. I have to admit, I didn't take our war very seriously but was enjoying putting together as many odds and ends as I could find (space ships are suppose to be strange and futuristic, right?). I didn't realize how strange it looked until I saw Caleb look up to check my progress, pause, and then look at me.
"What are you building, Nanny Jo?" asked the little diplomat, sounding very much like a parent asking their child to describe to them an unidentifiable drawing.
I cleared my throat in an effort to hide my smile. "It's my cool space ship." I said, proudly holding it out for inspection.
He glanced over it once more and hesitated, carefully choosing his words so as not to hurt my feelings. "Maybe you don't need these." He pointed to the plane-like gun docks that protruded from the rear of my ship.
"But those are my favorite part," I bemoaned.
He hesitated again before answering. His face lit up as a diplomatic solution came to mind. "They
could be part of your fleet, Nanny Jo. See." He broke them off their platforms so that they became their own independent fleet.
"What do you think about this part? I'm not sure I like it very much." I smiled, aware that he had big ideas for my sad little ship.
"No, it was good," he said generously, "but I would make it like this." He began to remodel my ship, transforming it into a sleek space traveler. In the end, we had built a truly cool ship - him as the builder and me as the supply contractor.
"Very cool ship," I said, giving him a hug.
"You did a great job, Nanny Jo." He hugged me back as I laughed.
Watch out, Mr. Ambassador. This socially sensitive one may just take your place some day.
Josh and Caleb love legos and can spend countless hours building Star Wars ships, battlements, and a myriad of other creations from their imaginations. One afternoon, they asked me to play with them (wanting to spend time doing something more fun than school!), so I said yes, and upstairs we went. I was sure that my cool-creation-building skills would come back to me as I began a space ship that would join Caleb's in our attack against Josh. I have to admit, I didn't take our war very seriously but was enjoying putting together as many odds and ends as I could find (space ships are suppose to be strange and futuristic, right?). I didn't realize how strange it looked until I saw Caleb look up to check my progress, pause, and then look at me.
"What are you building, Nanny Jo?" asked the little diplomat, sounding very much like a parent asking their child to describe to them an unidentifiable drawing.
I cleared my throat in an effort to hide my smile. "It's my cool space ship." I said, proudly holding it out for inspection.
He glanced over it once more and hesitated, carefully choosing his words so as not to hurt my feelings. "Maybe you don't need these." He pointed to the plane-like gun docks that protruded from the rear of my ship.
"But those are my favorite part," I bemoaned.
He hesitated again before answering. His face lit up as a diplomatic solution came to mind. "They
could be part of your fleet, Nanny Jo. See." He broke them off their platforms so that they became their own independent fleet."What do you think about this part? I'm not sure I like it very much." I smiled, aware that he had big ideas for my sad little ship.
"No, it was good," he said generously, "but I would make it like this." He began to remodel my ship, transforming it into a sleek space traveler. In the end, we had built a truly cool ship - him as the builder and me as the supply contractor.
"Very cool ship," I said, giving him a hug.
"You did a great job, Nanny Jo." He hugged me back as I laughed.
Watch out, Mr. Ambassador. This socially sensitive one may just take your place some day.
posted by In The Potter's Land | 4:32 AM
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