Tornado E’s class is learning about space. Sweet. The kids were given an assignment to build a rocket. Double sweet. I was ecstatic. I did a little dance. I, of course, had all sorts of fun materials to build a rocket.
Me: TORNADO E! We get to build a rocket!
Tornado E: I know! I’m building it with Legos!
Me: Um, what? Don’t you want to use other things? We could find all sorts of neat things to build the rocket with. (Insert Jedi Mind Trick: You want to build your rocket with stuff other than Legos.)
Tornado E: No, Mommy. I’m sticking with Legos. It’ll be neat!
I faked enthusiasm and consoled myself that surely my son would change his mind.
But he didn’t.
Last night he showed me his last revision of his rocket.
Tornado E: Look, Mommy! It’s done! Isn’t it beautiful? Look at my pattern! A, B, C, D, A, B, C, B, A, D, C, B, A!
Me: That is one awesome rocket.
Tornado E: I know! When my friends see it, it’ll blow their minds!
Well, at least he got his vocabulary from me.