Boy participates in a Lego Robotics class after school on Wednesdays and REALLY loves it. Boy and Hubby sometimes work on little Robotics projects at home together. Hubby will tell you that he bought the Lego kit for Boy to have at home to work on projects for the class, but he is totally fibbing; he loves it as much as Boy does. Boy and Hubby made a special helicopter-y whirl-gig thingie recently and Boy was really looking forward to class today, because I told him that I would bring it when I picked him up, so he could show his classmates. Well, the teacher called in sick today and boy….was Boy bummed…
He was brooding (and being generally pouty and unpleasant), so I pulled out my sure-fire 10-year-old Boy cheerer-upper (fart jokes – duh!). So, I’m going on and on about “Farty McTootson” and Boy finally cracks a smile. I pounced: “Ooh – I caught you – I see you smiling – don’t you dare laugh!”. Determined-to-stay-sullen Boy’s response? “That wasn’t a smile, Mom, that was a grimace.”