Rubber bands wound into hundreds of loops spun the tiny propellers that I carved from pine. My fleet of boxes rode the waves of our pond as effortlessly as the yachts at Monte Carlo. Those toys were fun because they came into my life incomplete. They needed my imagination. It's easy to make too much of this, of course.
Kids are still kids.
They still like to hug stuffed bears and dream of Pooh. But sometimes they seem to know too much about the technology of toys and too little about the mysteries of cardboard boxes. It won't be long before Grayce finds that hidden switch. She'll find it before I will, because I've stopped looking. And when she learns about long-life batteries, my life will never be the same.