My son the engineer

For as long as I can remember my almost-eleven year old has been naturally artistic. Its an alien world to me- taking pictures is as close as I'll ever get in that direction. Luckily my son takes after his paternal grandmother. She was one of those amazing people who just 'threw together' something amazing, whether it be something fired in clay, a silk painting, crazy trippy-hippy cartoon birthday cards and even wedding dresses & corset tops appearing to run off her machine in magnificent form (with what appeared to be very little effort). 

The eldest of my brood had been working on his stadium since yesterday in fits and starts (between the xbox, swimming and cinema). This afternoon he came in today after tumbling in the field at the back having tried to retrieve his much loved football. He got the scissors, drew an oval on some A3 paper and cut it out. Then with what seemed like no effort at all (while I was dithering with my studies) soon after he appeared with this magnificent model of Wembley Stadium. He has carefully engineered the supports- hidden them under the outer building and decorated it carefully and drawn the adverts around the pitch with floodlights in place on all four corners.

Its funny, when I told him how fantastic this was he seemed a bit non-plus about it. I think he assumes everyone can make such constructions from scratch with no plans in front of them. He still wants to be a football player or an author- and there was me planning the magnificent house he was going to plan and build for me in my senescence!