If you have young kids, here is a warning: there are only so many days in a child's life that can be legitimately called childhood. You'll miss those days in ways you can't even explain when they are gone.
(Hopefully, you won't have an abundance of days where you just consider your progeny "childish." It's not the same and you don't get the same feelgood feeling. And remember, homicide is a crime - everywhere, people.)
Tonight, Gonzo put the final touches on his project in his "project based engineering"class. He has a great teacher, Ms. J, and the last assignment before break was brilliant. The kids had to make a model of a building of their choic, one where people would go in and out, and it had to be made entirely edible.
Whether silly or practical, I enjoy watching kids do projects. Magoo made a great volcano and we watched it erupt on the back porch once. Juggernaut created a high school portfolio that made his school principal tear up and ask for an extra copy. Gonzo and Magoo both made Pinewood Derby cars and raced them; lots of planning and debating went on over sand blocks, paint and decals. Then there was the rain gutter regatta where Gonzo won first place with his catamaran. Lots of days and nights; many inspirations and ideas.
This edible building idea cracked me up in its creative stage and made me smile as it developed. It's not a great model, it's a fun model. Though I doubt the Alamo had a silver cookie sheet rim of protection (if it did, it wouldn't have fallen, I'm almost sure of it), the pretzel cannons would make me think twice about attacking it. Can't you just see Santa Ana storming the mission with green coconut on his shoes?
Time is flying by and the day will soon come when I don't have anyone who needs help with homework or projects. On that day, when I'm feeling kind of blue about childhoods that have past and children that have grown, I'll remember the Alamo.