Grandboy turned a sandbox into a giant Risk board.
I had to wait to fire my cruise missiles because I moved my plane one space to the right and used up my turn.
Grandboy turned a sandbox into a giant Risk board.
I had to wait to fire my cruise missiles because I moved my plane one space to the right and used up my turn.
Grandboy did it on his own…
Grandboy: Ok, grandpa, here I put lines in the sand. No one crosses the lines.
Me: Or what happens?
Grandboy: O YOU can cross the line. And me too. But NO ONE ELSE.
Me: Why can we cross the lines and no one else can?
Grandboy: Because we are the ones who built the place.
Me: Ah. So the planners and builders have special privileges.
Grandboy: Of course, that’s how things work
Grandboy (playing a game, and is frustrated): Grandpa, I can’t get this to work. The instructions say to press (x) but when I press (x) it doesn’t work!
Me: That’s why I don’t play that glitchy game (Roblox). The instructions the developers give don’t always work. And many times the system crashes.
Grandboy (giggling): Would YOU ever think of playing Roblox, Grandpa?
Me: I’d rather debug someone else’s Excel macros.
Grandboy: Whoa Grandpa, that’s intense
Kids’ drawings are amazing in their simplicity and complexity. Here we see an attacker and a defender. A shark is involved. There is an element of shock and awe here; even the castle is surprised.
Update:
Ah the artist corrected me. Here’s the real story:
The fella on the left is on a raft with a flag because he’s visiting (not invading) from another country. He’s being attacked by sharks.
The fella on the right is trying to help his new-found friend so he’s shouting out directions. His flag (NOT A BUILDING, GRANDPA) is not surprised but is a flag of the sun.
No wine was involved, spilt or otherwise 🙂 But I did ask. I got the “GRANDPA” holler. Sometimes it’s fun to poke a bear.