Before I begin my story, I'd like to invite you to hop over to Bikers for Children's Books where I am a guest today.
Now here's the story:
My nine-year-old son likes to make things. So I got him some wood, nails, and a hammer. I like to make things, too. So I got myself some wood, nails and a hammer. But I'm not so good at making things. I don't know why. I'm the daughter of carpenter, so I should be very good at using a hammer and nails.
Anyway, we went out to the garage and started creating. My son randomly hammered nails into wood and created a very interesting contraption.
"What is that?" I asked.
"A cup-holder, desk, teddy bear chair," he answered.
I not-so-randomly decided to construct a butterfly feeder. I gathered the wood and the little itty bitty nails. And some glue. I thought it might be wise to glue the wood before nailing it, just to make it stronger. Except I ended up with more glue on my fingers than on the wood. Somehow I manage to concoct a butterfly feeder with the glue. Then it was time to nail it together. I took the little itty bitty nails and the big old hammer and gave it a whack. Except I nailed my fingers.
I muttered a few choice words and tried again. This time, the nail bent. I muttered a few more choice words and pulled the thing out.
"Mama, you really need to be careful!"
"Yes, sir," I said, and continued hammering my fingers and breaking nails.
Finally, the creation was complete.
"What do you think?" I asked, holding it up with my mutilated fingers.
"It looks good. But I'm not sure the blood streaks you added will attract butterflies."
Hmm. No, unless they're vampire butterflies!
(In case you want to see our creations, here they are. And no, I did not take a close-up of the blood streaks on the side!)