As the oldest, Andrew often lives up to his god-given responsibility to be leader of the pack. From time to time, he will gather the brother and sisters and include them in all sorts of complicated creativity. Sunday morning, I rose late to discover my four children huddled around the kitchen table, a piece of wax paper, and a glue gun.
“We’re making Mario World! ” Jacob exclaimed with glee (Jacob, who would skip with Andrew to the ends of the earth with nary a concern about personal safety or long-term consequences. Hey. It’s his big brother. He can be trusted.)
The making of Mario*World began with the creation of glue-gun figurines in a variety of riveting shapes. It culminated 2hours later with my dear ones circled around the front room coffee table, throwing their heads back in maniacal laughter.
I was invited to join the game.
I tried, but had zero ability to understand the rhyme or reason to the game and was soon invited to just-watch.
Nevermind that. The four angel people snuggled together got it. And, they visited Mario World together all morning long.
And, I’m all for anything they do together.
Even if it involves glue guns.