His Mother and I have tried a number of strategies to get him to pay attention, and have given up on that in deference to simply finding ways to keep him awake. After all, it's somewhat embarrassing to hear the snoring over the listening. And today was no different... until...
As if suddenly pounded by a 30-mph sub-freezing zephyr, I was struck by a clarity of direction that I knew would work for today, and I wasn't let down. There is one current event, a recent revelation, that needed input and skill the likes of which my son (and even my daughter, whom I KNEW wouldn't leave this alone without contributing herself) was particularly inclined toward.
Given that my kids always bring spiral notebooks to write on in church (hey, at 11 and 9 my objective is simply to keep them there without obnoxious wailing), I pulled my son's out from under his hunched over shell of a conscious self, jerking him into annoyed awareness. Opening his pen, I wrote....
Draw me a picture of a NEW superhero, "Mighty Mike" - blaster of PADs! PADs = Predatory Antigood Dudes!This was big. And important! You see, my son's Godfather (who should remain nameless to protect his public identity [but I won't - Michael Laws]) had recently revealed to a few of his closest confidants that he, in fact, was a latter-day Superhero of epic proportion, recently bestowed of the name Mighty Mike.
He's not, of course, possessed of the same constitution as Bob the father in The Incredibles - after all, Bob had a slight eating disorder and slightly-too-strong chin. No, MM was rather more of a clandestine and reluctant superhero, in the vain of Batman without the bright, outgoing personality...
But MM didn't have a look, an image, a sense of couture! This, must be remedied, and my son during this church sermon was the man for the task. Well, ok, and so was my daughter, who at that moment was leaning clearly too far into my son's personal space for his usual liking, but he let it go this time because he was enthralled with the assignment.
Time was not wasted; ideas were not considered: an immediate moment of brilliant insight produced the below from my son, master of that process called thinking outside the box...
Behold the Grandness of his image! The esteem with which MM is so obviously held! There's no human image in which the great MM shall appear to evil-doer's and raw PADs ... only a 4-armed multi-segmented insect body with fanged teeth and a quick draw will suffice! He's now left searching for appropriate vendors for the tights, who can accommodate appropriately the rather enlarged feet , the source of which seems the only detail left to the imagination.
My daughter, on the other hand, found this rendition something short of the greatness due this mighty greatness, and proffered the below.
Despite her understandable misreading of the instructions in thinking that the superhero was "Mighty Milk" (perhaps apropos in some situations, but that's not a topic for this missive), she delivered a - powerful -image too. From the threateningly slender toe-like appendages to the no-corner-too-square head-covering, this is obviously NOT a superhero to be dismissed. HE BLASTS PADS! Never a more true statement has been uttered.
And with this most important issue completely covered, with a respect and reverence appropriate to the subject, the sermon ended. Multiple missions accomplished, smiles on all faces, and everyone awake, we made our way to the hymnal...
He's not, of course, possessed of the same constitution as Bob the father in The Incredibles - after all, Bob had a slight eating disorder and slightly-too-strong chin. No, MM was rather more of a clandestine and reluctant superhero, in the vain of Batman without the bright, outgoing personality...
But MM didn't have a look, an image, a sense of couture! This, must be remedied, and my son during this church sermon was the man for the task. Well, ok, and so was my daughter, who at that moment was leaning clearly too far into my son's personal space for his usual liking, but he let it go this time because he was enthralled with the assignment.
Time was not wasted; ideas were not considered: an immediate moment of brilliant insight produced the below from my son, master of that process called thinking outside the box...
Behold the Grandness of his image! The esteem with which MM is so obviously held! There's no human image in which the great MM shall appear to evil-doer's and raw PADs ... only a 4-armed multi-segmented insect body with fanged teeth and a quick draw will suffice! He's now left searching for appropriate vendors for the tights, who can accommodate appropriately the rather enlarged feet , the source of which seems the only detail left to the imagination.My daughter, on the other hand, found this rendition something short of the greatness due this mighty greatness, and proffered the below.
Despite her understandable misreading of the instructions in thinking that the superhero was "Mighty Milk" (perhaps apropos in some situations, but that's not a topic for this missive), she delivered a - powerful -image too. From the threateningly slender toe-like appendages to the no-corner-too-square head-covering, this is obviously NOT a superhero to be dismissed. HE BLASTS PADS! Never a more true statement has been uttered.And with this most important issue completely covered, with a respect and reverence appropriate to the subject, the sermon ended. Multiple missions accomplished, smiles on all faces, and everyone awake, we made our way to the hymnal...
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