Cavemen

My husband knows what boys like. In the years we've been married, he's introduced them to camping, fishing, the Three Stooges, brush-pile fires, and building things.


But you know the very favorite thing for a small boy? Give them a tool of destruction and tell them to TEAR SOMETHING APART.

Oh, the fun. The boys were given the chance to dismantle the bird seed box, the lovely box Marty built for me a few years ago, which we have used and enjoyed, but which has been destroyed by the bear. Sadly, it was time to take the chewed up box and send it to the dump.





And that is what we did. But first Marty invited the boys to just tear it to shreds. And boy, did they have a field day. They slammed, they hammered, they ripped, they kicked the legs off, they went at with both barrels and deep concentration. They reminded me of small cavemen, hard at work.


When they were finished, they gathered up the remains and tossed them in the truck bed. Reluctantly, because really they wanted to keep going until there was nothing but sawdust left.

Benny kept saying, "that was so fun." Five minutes later he would say, "that was so fun." And five minutes after that, "that was so fun."


It was so fun, in fact, he hurried to put it on his blog. So he beat me to the punch.

They were so proud of themselves, and rightfully so. Though Marty and I were sad to see the box go, the boys did a great job tearing it to shreds!