At school, there’s a tray of multicolored beads on the table, and a roll of slippery plastic cord. Students can create their own works, whatever they want…necklaces, bracelets, rings. A group of three 1st grade girls is making bead rings as presents for the drama teacher (did not make this up, I swear).
They give their creations to me for tying…all these super short lengths of the slippery cord. I would need some needlenose pliers to get that sucker tight.
So I tell the girls that they have to give me longer lengths of cord to tie, I can’t tie these short little ones without some fancy knot-tying voodoo, which I don’t possess.
My son Adrian comes over to the table. “Yeah! NECKLACES! I’m going to make you a nice one, Mama! What color do you like?”
He takes a long, long, LONG-ass piece of cord, cuts it with scissors (the girls gasp) and starts packing on beads (57 in all)……stringing, stringing….and done.
“Here you go, Mama! A beautiful necklace! Tie it! Do you like it?”
I say I like it and put it on. Adrian hugs me and moves on to the next activity center.
Adrian, 5yo, in the bathroom, watching me brush my teeth. I have recently changed the head of my Sonicare toothbrush, and the old head is laying on the counter, a white plastic piece with a toothbrush attached to one end:
Me: “A worn out toothbrush.” I hand it to him, and he starts bending it a little. “You can have it for breaking.”
Adrian: (thrilled, eyes gleaming) “YES! Awesome!” Immediately starts bending it around hard and forcing it to warp and twist.
Me: “Do you love to break stuff?”
Adrian: (sheepishly) “Yes.”
Me: “I know! Well, break that toothbrush and *not* my other stuff. Someday I’ll buy you an old toaster to take apart. We’ll have a takeaparty!”
Adrian: “A take-apart-y? Where I can just break things?”
Adrian: (running to find his brother) Julian! Mommy is having a breaking things party just for me! It’s going to be the BEST!”