Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought this was a question to fear. And yet…
“Why?”
“I need four springs.”
[internal sigh] “Eat your breakfast.”
“But I’m going to…”
“After breakfast.”
[10 minutes later]
“Dad, I need four…”
“Are you done with your breakfast?”
“Yes.”
“What do you need four springs for?”
“Well… If I can get all the materials, I think I can build a fold-away hang glider.”
Did he say…? He did.
“How big are you planning on making this… hang glider.”
I’m guessing kite-sized. As he mentally figures out the dimensions, I can see him measuring with his arms. That’s right; it’s going to be wider than his arms’ reach. Can you say Hell, no?
“Is it going to be big enough for you to ride?”
Silence.
“And how are you going to test this?”
“It won’t be very high.”
“No.”
“Da-ad!”
[louder] “No.”
“Wh-yy?”
“It’s not safe.”
“But I won’t be that far off the ground.”
“I said no.”
“Fine.”
A hang glider. Sweet Jesus Haploid Christ, a full-sized (folding!) hang glider.
“Dad?”
“Yes?”
“Forget the springs. I need some plaster and some cloth.”
[sigh] I don’t even want to know. I suspect it’s going to be a long summer…
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