Mr7 has a plan.
As discussed during our boating excursion on Sunday, he wants to sail to New Zealand. When he told me, I laughed and said, ‘sure, we can do that’, thinking of the four of us in our Rubber Ducky sailing the Tasman…
I should have known better.
Mr7 has a plan. He has designed a three-storey boat (see image) and is constructing a list of things we will need. So far it reads:
He has established an Inventing Club at school and has recruited a classmate whose father ‘makes glass’. He will provide the ‘marine-grade glass’ for the bottom of the boat. Glass-bottomed, apparently. They will work on it all term and we will be ready to set sail in May. For my birthday.
“Perhaps you could start out building a model?” I asked, torn between wanting to encourage his rampant creativity and wanting to protect him from the disappointment that will surely come when he discovers that building a three-storey boat in the backyard is not a one-term project.
“We can’t sail to New Zealand in a model,” was his, reasonable, response.
All I can hope is that he discovers a new passion over the weekend. Or we may be spending six minutes in a very leaky boat.