The Mystery of Man.

I was afforded the extreme pleasure of getting to watch my son interact with his peers at playtime yesterday.
He is so great. He's 4, so his social prowess is, well, awkward at best.
I loved it though - such insight -from the vantage point of a fly on the wall.
He's a thinker. An impulsive thinker. An oxy-moron to some, but for him, it just works...

He was building something wonderful with Tinker Toys.
I could tell just by the intermittent giggle mingled with that rascally smile that he was drawing up some grand plans for his build.
It was huge.
It was at least 6 feet long.
It had many barrels and gears.
I could see the cogs turning in his head as he unravelled his devious plan...
He kept lodging one long skinny stick into a slot only to decide that it wouldn't do, then quickly switched it out for a longer one, to match the rest.
So meticulous.

He was just about finished with his fabled contraption, when a fellow schemer and builder turned his attention to what J. was assembling and admired it.
Eyes big, they both heaved this beast of a machine up off the floor.
It took two of them it was so enormous.

I had watched the whole mystery unfold without saying a word,
but I couldn't take it anymore....
I HAD to know...

I said, "Hey sweet doll, what are you building there?"
It was magnificent, even to an adult.
I was expecting a title fitting this extravagant machine, in all its complexity-
Like a krypton beam or something...

He half-snorted his response.
"It's a snot rocket! heheehehe!"
Then he raised it up and aimed it at me.
This was followed by the snot/spit shower of a lifetime as he demonstrated how this fanciful beast works...

How very boy!
Who could be mad after stepping into the baffling mind of man and walking away relatively unscathed?
After all, I practically begged him to shoot me with it, right?