After much effort, I managed to break through what seemed like metres of sticky tape and carefully unwrapped ‘the present’.
At first I wasn’t sure what I was holding. – A conglomeration of bits of timber offcuts and lots of nails. Attached were some coloured plastic blocks which used to be part of his leggo set, until the dog chewed into them. “The Thing”, even had wheels.
I looked at it carefully without wanting to spoil the moment by asking what it was. He said to me, “Dad, do ya think if we put a motor on it, she’d get to the moon”.
So! it was a spaceship, I reasoned. “Yes mate!” I replied, “I reckon she’d get to the moon all right”.
“Maybe you and I could go together Dad”, he said skipping off. Probably in his mind he was already planning a new improved two seater model.
I called out after him, “Hey Son! thanks for the beaut Father’s Day present”. He turned around and gave me a big smile and was off to find some more bits of timber from the heap under the house.
It’s good being a Father.