I admit it: I was feeling smug.
My son — my flesh and blood — had spent a morning to himself creating this elaborate contraption he entitled “Super Ramp.” It involved a barn and antique-looking cars from our train set, and a ramp and signs made from a cardboard box and red pen.
I thought about all the kids zoned out in front of TVs right then, at this, the dead center of our summer break, and I felt even more smug about my child’s creativity.
Even his photos of it were creative.
So I told him, “I’m so proud of you. Other parents complain about their kids spending their summers in front of the TV or playing video games. But not you. You created something.”
And he replied, “I just didn’t feel like cleaning my room.”
Nice.
I relate to every part of this post. I also feel such glee when my kiddos “work on their book” or their homemade comic strip or paper airplanes instead of Super Smash Brothers. But this response is so like something I might get as well. I say stay smug! He could have done non-creative things to avoid the room-cleaning as well.
Why, thank you. I shall revel in the smug….well, maybe after he cleans that thing up or at least moves it out of the family room!
bwaaaa hahahahahaha! Maybe I should make a Super Ramp… then when my kids ask why the dishes are dirty… erm… somehow I don’t think this works for adults…
Sadly, no. “I couldn’t reach my deadline because I was making a Super Ramp.” Nope. Doesn’t work, does it Margaret? Ha! You’re right.
I was feeling proud of him right along next to you and then i burst out laughing. to bad it doesn’t work for us also.lol