First, thanks for the encouraging words about living with teenagers. As I recall, I was a miserable, horrible, wretched morsel of humanity from age 12-20. Yet when I taught high school, I really enjoyed working with kids that age. And I still enjoy a lot of teenaged folk, particularly the ball-playing types that Mr. D hires to do all the heavy lifting for me during the summer months. From my experience being the parent of a teenager seems less gratifying than working with a teenager. But you've assured me otherwise, so I'm hopeful.
On to magnificent. No, I'm not talking Donald Driver here. I'm referring to Mr. B's BIG PLANS FOR SUMMER VACATION. He wants to use this as his playbook:
Phenomenal, no? A kid who dreams of building a go-kart, mastering 8 kinds of knots, installing a pulley system in his bedroom and playing with electricity instead of lounging in front of a video game all summer. It's like his bible these days, he pores over the pages and is constantly coming up to us excited about something new he's learned. There's a reason I'm particularly fond of that kid.
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