“I’m sorry…what?” I knew enough to not be overly-excited. Or excited at all. Sometimes he makes outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. (Movie reference anyone?)
“Well, I was playing with the globe and it just came apart.”
“Oh. And did you fix it?”
“No. I didn’t know how.”
“Do you need some help?”
Insert long pause here. Longer than needed. Until I finally said, “Do you know of anyone who might be able to help you?”
“Oh. Yeah. Will you help me?”
“Sure. Thanks for asking.”
We meandered down the hall, and I tried to further discern what exactly happened.
“I just spun it and it exploded.”
“By exploded you mean it came apart.”
I know, I know. “Parents, do not exasperate your children; instead, bring them up in the training and instruction of the Lord.” Ephesians 6:4
Exasperation was truly not my intent. Sometimes it is, but not in this case. I was seriously just trying to assess on the situation.
We walked into the room. The globe had come off the axis. As soon as I started the reassembly, it was obvious that the top axis piece was missing. There was no fixing it without that piece. I made the assumption that he probably wasn’t the one who broke it, because said piece would have been nearby. But I could be wrong; it has happened before. Once or twice. Possibly more.
With that, I scooped up all the pieces and traipsed down to the church office, hoping that our beyond-fabulous Building and Maintenance Supervisor could do something with it.
I opened the door to the office and said, “Is it too dramatic to say that my world is falling apart?”
Oh yes, I did. No filter. It’s really no wonder where the 9yo gets it.