Male ingenuity
Amidst the normal morning activity, I heard a knock at my bedroom door. I open it to discover my son holding a pair of sweat pants in one hand (the kind with the zipper up the leg) and a stapler in the other hand. “Can I just staple this since the zipper is broke?” he asked. Of course it would have to be sewn so I told him to wait for mom to take care of it and sent him on his way.
As so often happens with the boy, I wondered about him. This time I wondered aloud to my wife if our son was becoming a redneck. My wife disagreed. “That’s just a guy thing.” she said and walked away. I thought about it & realized she was right. He could have stapled the zipper shut without anyone knowing it. Using the stapler wasn’t redneck. Duct tape would have been redneck. The stapler was brilliant. Hadn’t I made creative use of safety pins in the past? Of course. What a fine piece of creative thinking my boy had laid down.
So I drove of to work sitting up a little straighter, head held a little higher. With a gleam in my eye and a smile of satisfaction on my face. For my boy is becoming a man. Just as long as he doesn’t try to staple his sister.