Back at Christmas time, my brother gave our son a model rocket that you pack with a little gunpowder engine and send soaring into the sky.
However, because I am a very bad parent and not at all good at building things, it has sat in the closet ever since. Oh, and did you think I meant last Christmas? Because I mean Christmas 18 months ago.
But today, his sister was off with grandma, and so when I asked what he wanted to do, of course he wanted to build the rocket. I felt certain this endeavor would end with either a) an emergency room visit or b) the crushing disappointment of the rocket not launching at all. Because did I mention we aren’t really good at building things.
See for yourself what happened:
I know, I am the worst videographer ever.
P.S. We never found the rocket, but while I was tromping around in the brush allegedly “looking for it,” I did find this instead.