Weston jumped into the car this afternoon clutching his backpack and this....
"Oh, what a yummy-looking birthday cake," I said trying to give my young son some positive feedback on his latest school art project.
"MOM!" He shouts and looks at me in total disbelief. "This is a laser-shooting tank covered in camouflage!" My middle school son is horrified, thinking...what self-respecting middle school boy would ever make a birthday cake for a school art project?
"Ohh, of course it is," I say trying to redeem myself from my obvious lack of understanding in art project etiquette for middle school boys.
"The red fork is the laser cannon, see?" Weston shows me the cannon as if he is explaining his concept to a two-year-old. "The yarn is the tanks cover, so he can hide in the brush."
"I'm sorry Weston, you are right, it looks exactly like a tank. I don't know what I was thinking." I say trying not to insult my young son any further and hoping to preserve what is left of his fragile creative aptitude since art projects are not exactly Weston's forte.
"I want to show it to Daddy" Weston states, convinced that his father possess much more "boy" sense than I do.
As my husband comes home from work, Weston shows him his project.
"Dad, guess what this is?" he asks. And in true manly fashion my husband takes his time before answering. This precious time allows him to think much more clearly and knowing his young son and his love for computer games, he answers,
"Is it one of the creatures from your game?"
"Noooo!" Weston answers, totally exasperated at the lack of brain power both his parent's possess.
"You guys could really use more art lessons," he says as he turns quickly and runs outside to ride his bike.