I know as a parent I should encourage my child if they have an inquisitive mind, but with Grady, all bets are off.
It wasn't too many years ago that I received a phone call at work. It was my son. He got straight to the point, "Mumsy" he began - dead give away he wants something. "Could you please buy some chlorine." Hmm, last time I looked we didn't have a swimming pool, so he must want it for more nefarious purposes. It didn't take me long to figure it out. "Definitely not" I replied. "You are not building a bomb". Silence on the other end of the phone and then he exclaims, his tone laced with a tinge of respect. "How did you know?". Well it wasn't much of a stretch with his history. This was followed by "I only want to make a small one and I will set it off in the garden". Oh well, that makes it sooo much better. "Still no" I replied "It's not going to happen". My son was none too pleased and complained "You never let me have ANY fun" before he hung up the phone in frustration.
I'm not sure when the art of bomb making made the move from domestic terrorism to fun, but I'm sure I would have heard about it. Personally, I blame his high school for this one. He took two different aptitude tests in careers, and both listed Bomb Disposal as his top career choice. WTF is that even doing on the test in the first place? Nor does it take in to account that Grady is colour blind, what if he mixes up the blue wire with the red one? His theory was if he was to consider bomb disposal, he should at least study bomb making first. Not only that, once I realised he had done his research online, for the next few weeks I was nervously expecting a visit from CSIS (Canadian version of Homeland Security). Wasn't sure how I'd talk my way out of that one.
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