It started out as a craft session to do with TLV and TLV'sLB.
I've been collecting cardboard boxes, paper towel cardboard inserts, as well as toilet-paper cardboard inserts. Throw in some facial-tissue boxes and other assorted VERY HEAVY-DUTY cardboard rolls and that was my assorted components for a dragon or dinosaur-making session with two little boys. Add to that the rolls of Duck Tape, (No, I did not buy duct tape.) and other crafty-type decorations two-thirds of the Three Musketeers could use and I figured I was covered for one whale-of-a-creation session, the time and place to be announced. Then, out of the blue, like a gift from God, TLV and TLV'sLB's dad called and said, "Hey, what are you doing on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday?" I could have been scheduled for heart transplant surgery and I would have called the heart surgeon, insisting to re-schedule just to be able to see these three "men".
With these two little boys, you know you are assured of a length of time where they will be totally engaged in creating either dragons or dinosaurs from cardboard, with liberal applications of "duck" tape, and, in today's case, pipe cleaners. Today was an exception when the boys were mostly design consultants and assistants, while a father and son were the builders of the "critters". It was fascinating to watch Daddy and Grandpa go to work, each constructing a dragon, following the instructions of their respective design consultant. Copious amounts of duck tape, scissors, a few pipe cleaners, and massive amounts of cardboard can result in some fairly creative "creatures", worthy of mention in a Steven Spielberg sci-fi flick. The end result, from each engineering "camp" was unique, featuring differing concepts, complete with movable parts.
I had a ring-side seat to an epic challenge. Watching the two "creations" come to "life" was fascinating and fun to observe. Both boys (You can figure out which "boys" I am referring to!) had a great time and were completely engrossed and immersed in the activity.
I just had to be a spectator and make lunch. Tough job! All worth missing a heart transplant!
Ancora grannyparo
