If you've been following these blog posts, you know that my seven-year-old son is quite a creative little guy. He frequently raids the recycle bin in search of materials for his next building project.
Well, today I went into his bedroom to do a little cleaning. I opened his closet. You would not believe the piles of stuff he had in there. I'm not talking clothes and stuffed animals. I'm talking things like pizza boxes, empty milk containers, styrofoam cups, and rubberbands. Lots of rubberbands.
"Dude," I said. "What is this? We're going to have a major bug infestation!"
"Sorry, Mama. I'm collecting materials for a spaceship."
"Dude, how about you keep your spaceship materials in the garage, or I'll be sending you to another galaxy."