Prepchuk Family: boy stuff

If you haven't noticed the paper shortage that has hit the world recently, I'm sure you'll be aware of it soon. And it's time for me to come clean... our family is to blame. Totally and completely all our fault. Well, actually... I think maybe I'll dump all the blame on my oldest child.

Reid has an obsession with making paper airplanes. You're scratching your heads about that one, I just know it. I don't know how it happened. One day he loved dinosaurs. The next, it was outer space. And then... paper airplanes. There's no rhyme or reason to his whims. I'm slightly curious, and a little apprehensive about what it'll be next. For now though, if you were to walk through our home, this is what you would encounter... two paper planes in the front hall, slightly crumpled from us accidentally stepping on them. Then there would be two or three in the front room, one most likely stuck in a couch cushion. Then a few in the T.V. room, slobbered on by Lena, several stuck in blinds, under the couch, and scattered up the stairs.

You get the idea.

So, it was no big surprise that when I staggered out of bed this morning I found Reid in the toy room hard at work... (on making planes, that is... he sadly hasn't developed a love for cleaning).

May I take a moment to be a bragging mother? When he started this love of his, he stuck to the basic airplane design. Then he got a little more fancy with the designs, until finally, he took matters into his own hands and starting designing his own. You would think if a child made up his own, it would crash and burn as soon as it took flight... but his actually fly. Way to go, child of mine.

Because I am not always so tolerant of my kids turning my house into a sty, I forced him to store all his planes in a box. And if he runs out of room in that box, well, he's just going to have to bring himself to throw some away. Aren't I so cruel???

Once my other two boys saw me taking pictures of their brother, a typical scene ensued...