Grafters' Montage

After my growing realisation that my son might not inherit my sporting genes, and that instead he may actually inherit the mechanical and practical acumen of both his grandfathers, today I stumbled upon an opportunity to nurture that along.

I have been needing to replace our garden furniture, and eventually got round to allocating funds and making a choice earlier this week. I did not go too crazy, I only chose a table and chair combo, I want some other stuff too, but you should not really rush these things.

I went along to a local garden centre to get this set, but they were out of stock, and so they rather helpfully directed me to order it from their national website, they predicted it may arrive sooner, than one shipped via their store.

Still, I was not expecting it in a rush, but that changed when I got an email from the courier last night, advising my packages would be out for delivery this morning.

We were off to our normal Friday morning playgroup, so I left a note to accept delivery and advise the delivery people where to put my packages. More in hope than expectation.

On our arrival home, I could see my note had disappeared, and soon discovered that our goods were where I had asked them to be put.

Kudus to TNT

My boy was also excited, he had no idea I had ordered this kit, but the prospect of its construction certainly got him animated.

So, we had lunch and then we set about assembling this ensemble.

This also included a trip to get some tools we required, the obligatory workers visit to a cake shop, and then lots of chat about how we were going to get to a satisfactory conclusion.

Max really does have a flair for this stuff, he is a great fetcher, carrier, and seems able to pick things up and understand what is going to happen next.

He is also very sharp at observing a stereotype, either that, or Bob the Builder really does has a lot to answer for.

If someone had told me these next couple of gems, I most likely would have said they were lying, or more likely, being optimistic, but these things actually came from my sunshine during our afternoon of building.

Before starting. “We need music Dad, all workers have music.”

Reading the instructions. “Hold on.” Disappears and returns with a pencil above his ear.

Five minutes into assembly. “Can I have a break now, workers need breaks.”

After being caught with his celebratory cake, before we had anything to celebrate. “Eerrr. I need it for energy. Workers need energy.”

He has the acumen alright.

And to make the event, and still hearing the words of Team America; even Rocky had a montage.

I give you this.

A job well done, and wouldn’t you know, he ASKED to play football afterwards, coming up with a questionable scoring system, but all the same, WANTED to kick a ball with his daddy.

I have had worse afternoons.