Flip a Card

Father and son bonding time is so important. It was nice to see my boys having time this weekend together. What had started as a shopping trip, with little sister in tow, turned in to Dad and Son time as I met Katie at the bottom of an escalator and took her home to get ready for a birthday party.

They boys I'm sure talked about many different things as they wandered the stores together. Upon returning home Zach proudly showed me the puck that Daddy had miraculously created from a piece of foil. He was amazed that Daddy could do such a thing. (Not much of an amazement to those of us who grew up with foil in our lunch bags on a regular occasion, but...to a 7 year old in today's world WOW!) I know I said that it was great, and watched him play with it off and on through the evening.

Two days later....

I was up at school yesterday and stopped to ask Zach's teacher how her weekend was. She'd been babysitting all weekend, and I was interested in hearing how it went. As Zach walked towards us I could tell immediately that he must have had a hard morning. Poor kid, would of gotten away with me not knowing except for the complete look of guilt on his face. BUT, needless to say he looked like he was in trouble so, naturally I asked his teacher if something had happened. She said he had to Flip a Card first thing, but couldn't recall why. So, she asked him.

"I was drawing on my desk" he replied.
"You were what? Zach, do we draw on furniture?" I asked shocked, please he knows better he's 7!
"No, we don't."
"Please don't do that again, you know we don't do that" I said then walked away after mentioning to him that his teacher had not even been telling me about that and that he could have told me later had it not been for the look of guilt all over his face.

I mentioned to the teacher how at least he feels bad when he gets in trouble. His sister...well that's another story.

So much later in the evening when I finally stopped for the day I remembered to tell his dear father about the situation. As I'm recalling the event at the cafeteria, Phil is looking the opposite direction and motioning for me to hurry up with the story. WHY? Well......

You see during Dad and Son bonding time over the weekend, and the great making of the foil puck, Phil began telling Zach about the great games he and his friends used to play on their desks at school. Everyday in their lunch bags they would have foil wrapped sandwiches, as there were no zip lock bags, so they would make balls and then this one boy would smash them and make them into pucks. They would then proceed to DRAW the different team symbols on their DESKS and play hockey with their pencils. He even explained how he used to make the Minnesota Northstars symbol. Ok, he never said you should draw on your desk, he also never mentioned that he couldn't draw on his desk or shouldn't.

Mind you we know our son very well so at this point we are both laughing envisioning the possibly full scale version of a hockey rink that Zach was probably starting to make by clearing off the stuff of everyone he shares a table with and drawing out on his desk. We could envision the Redwings crest, the goal lines, and the circles as we've seen them on paper many times.

So, this morning I asked Zach again, what were you drawing on your desk yesterday?
I don't know was the reply...I can hardly wait for Phil to get a real answer tonight.

In the meantime...If you are going to be telling your children stories of your youth please remember that somethings after being shared need to be followed up with..."you should never draw on your desk or any other furniture!" before sending them off to school. Or else they too might have to flip a card!


Phil will be following this with a response trust me, my version is much better!