There’s an unspoken rule about the certain amount of restraint one must practice when it comes to grandparents—take for instance, when your 7-year-old asks Grandpa, “hey, can we make a cross-bow?” and Grandpa says, “sure.” Well, what can you do. Of course, in my mind I’m picturing his typical 7-year-old popsicle stick creations, but, no-o-o-o. It involves 2 trips to Home Depot and a whole pile of power tools and a garage full of sawdust. An afternoon later, voila, a fully functioning weapon to protect the house when wild dogs take over the world.
Maybe someday I'll be glad we have that crossbow (you know, for the wild dogs), but for now, I just hide the arrows and take lots of pictures at Halloween--it does make an awfully good Hunn accessory.
Of course, even without the arrows, the boys find other things to fire, like army men and magic markers. But, I'd say their favorite thing about the crossbow was making it with the undivided attention of their grandpa, who never once told them "no, you'll shoot your eye out."
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