Just this week, I have taken a trip down memory lane in order to try and be a good father to my sons.
The latest rage at their little country school is shooting "paper hornets" off rubber bands at one another.
This is of course a non-sanctioned activity as far as the teachers are concerned...but, like when I was a lad, it goes on.
Anyway, after abserving them making up supplies of ammunition in the evenings, preparing for the next day's battles, my mind drifted back to the days of my childhood, and of battles I fought and won in that very same arena.
I was an innovative kid, and always looked for ways to get the edge on the competition. This led to some pretty intensive research and development which in turn catapulted me into superpower status in the paper hornet wars.
So, desiring to be a good father, I sat down with my boys and had a serious conversation with them.
I asked them if they were fully aware of the fact that they were going to be in trouble with their teachers if they got caught shooting paper hornets...they affirmed that they were indeed aware.
I then asked them, in all honesty, if they planned to go ahead shooting them and take their chances...again, an affirmative answer.
My next question was, "Are you prepared to accept the consequences like men and not whine if you get nailed?"
They assured me that they were.
So, having cleared the preliminaries, I sat down with them to show them how to make the best paper hornets known to man, with several innovative features that will raise whelps of maximum size upon impact.
I know a little something about boys, and one of the things I know is that they are going to do these things. So, my philosophy is, if it's worth doing, it's worth doing right.
Anyway, I showed them how to embed bb's in their paper hornets and wrap them with duct tape so that they can demolish the competiton.
Colton came home yesterday with glowing reports of glorious victories and total playground domination...
He says his buddy's all think I'm cool.
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