Tuesday, March 16, 2010
My boys' fingers were itching to begin as they listened intently to the wise and generous man giving a wood-carving lesson to our local home school group. Eyes wide with excitement, they took turns fingering intricate examples of Celtic chains ending in a bowl carved by their teacher. After carefully going over safety rules, each child was given a piece of basswood and their assignment. They were to design and carve a love spoon.
I know my boys well and they would have been thrilled to carve a spoon - had they been told it was for eating grub on a sailing vessel that is. Even a blunt weapon for whacking and thwacking rats in the underland would do nicely but a token of love for a maiden? Oh, no...no...no...no!
The cloud quickly passed though as the woodcarver warned my boys that the blades on their new craft knives were actually ten times sharper and more dangerous than their pocket knives. Oh yeah...Danger is every boy's middle name whether on their birth certificate or not.
Arriving home, Max and Luca began in earnest to draw out their plans. When I asked how their spoon designs were coming they replied, "Oh no, we don't need those things. Our teacher just doesn't know us and he didn't realize we're actually toy-makers. We'll let him know him next Thursday."