At our house, we celebrate creativity and sometimes, well… kind of, sort of muddle through the mess. Today’s story, while purely fictional, is not so far from reality. It hasn’t happened yet, but it could… at any time… and with the right materials…happen.
“What are you doing, child? I told you to clean your room two hours ago!” I should’ve checked on him sooner. Should’ve brought a trash bag, too, come to think of it.
“Um… I lost track of time?” He’s smiling like we haven’t had this discussion a thousand times in his short life. “But look. I made something.”
The glorious monstrosity sits on his desk, a heap of tile and seashells and a broken down alarm clock.
“What is it?”
“It’s… It’s.. I just made it. I don’t… It’s…”
I sit beside him. “It’s splendid, child. That’s what it is.”
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