C and S were upstairs in their room with a couple of friends building and programing their mindstorm robots. i was hearing the normal bumps and thuds followed by hooting, hollering, and peals of laughter. then i saw C dashing upstairs carrying his tool box. so, i, being an astute mother, inquired as to what his intent was! he replied without slowing, "oh, don't worry, mom! we only need this for extra weight on the ramp."
don't worry?! RAMP?!
that is supposed to reassure me?
everyday gift: boys being boys