ART?

So, yesterday, rather than that art project I mentioned, we went with another mom and kids to the Airplane Museum ... the USAF airplane museum. And I must say, it was not only free, but very impressive and informative. And freaking awesome, especially to young boys.



Crichton and his friend had a great time looking at all those big planes, playing bombers.
It was a little weird though ... all these retired war machines, nuclear bomb casings; the anti-war girl in me sucked it up and let the boys enjoy it all, not allowing myself to weigh their minds down with death and destruction, just enjoy the miracles of technology. The "fun" of playing at war ... it's all so different for kids. They have their whole lives to feel guilt and remorse for the sins of their fathers ... no, I say, let them be for now. They're children. And yet, to see my little boy's face in that "toy" makes me a little sick at heart ... that there are toys, and war is ever a game. All grown up am I.

Today, early out Friday, we decided to make an airplane. It's an art project, right? And we're having Red Baron Pizza for dinner. The old red silk pirate belt is now a flying ace neck scarf. And he says he wants to be a pilot ... I know, kids change their minds a million times, but I'm pretty sure I'm not the kind of mother a warrior needs. Let's hope he's goes for a nice safe commercial pilot license.
Or an astronaut. That would be okay.