I'm a huge fan of television for children. In my world, they can just never get enough. When they say, "Mom, can we have some screen time?" My soul just shouts YES, DEAR! WHY--YES! OF COURSE! WOULDN'T THAT BE LOVELY?! YES YOU MAY.
My Man Spouse, however, doesn't feel this way. He has taken parenting classes that informed him that no child needs more than one hour of television a week (okay--he took those classes with me, but I didn't listen to those parts).
So last week when he said, "Let's go back to no screen during the school week," I said: SCuse me, what? Then he proceeded to tell me the completely reasonable, responsible, loving reasons for wanting to limit their after-school tv time while he was at work.
So I agreed to this for a day.
And here's what happened:
17 Minutes into the aforementioned time period, ManBoy #11 said, "Momimbored" to which I said, "I'msorryyou'renotallowedtosaythat. Youcanaskforhelp. Butyoucan'tsayyou'rebored."
Him: "Okay, I need help thinking of something to do."
Me: "Well, you could . . ."
Him: "Wait--can I nail wood?"
When I came into the garage after his 34th request to come and look (I know: really someone let me be a mother?), it was the frame of a soccer goal, almost finished. He just needed help holding it in place so he could screw it together. And finding more wood. And also help using his father's 3700 pound drill.
When ManBoy #12 1/2 returned with a friend, they wanted to make the net.
Me: "How about this?"
And so they set at making a net out of old t-shirt yarn.
They didn't have a pattern or any instructions. They didn't even google anything. They just started making it and then kept at it until it turned out to be a soccer goal (which they have loved because the stretchy t-shirt yarn flings the ball back really fast at you when you kick it in there. Score.)
I swear, kids are so smart.
I totally want to make a TV show about how smart they are.