The boys have reached the age where half term is theirs, not ours, and doing something together is greeted with as much enthusiasm as an extra day at school.
Me: How about a museum?
Jamie: Muuumm
Me: The sea
Daniel: Too cold
Me: Bourneville – we’ve never been there
Jamie: Too far
Me: Go somewhere on our bikes
Daniel: Effort
Me: Well what do you suggest?
Jamie: Go to 5 different Games Workshops
Daniel: Airsofting
Games Workshop is the home of Warhammer, the modern version of tin soldiers. The difference is you pay astronomical sums for badly pressed pieces of plastic that you first have to cut up, stick together and finally paint into armies. The experts’ models belong in a gallery of exquisite miniatures. The average teenager’s looks like the average teenager: somewhat misshapen, blotchy and oddly attired. Only Jamie is a fan.
Airsofting is similar to paintballing, except you use BB guns which fire small plastic pellets. They still hurt and because you can’t see the paint splodges from a hit, apparently victims are honourable and stick their hands up when dead. Whilst Dan has a dozen forms of protective gear, Jamie and I would be blinded.
In the end I get a grudging okay to a hands on music exhibition. You can play different instruments and record your own tracks, which I think sounds fun. It’s a far cry from my teenage years when a cassette recorder with a microphone was pretty amazing.
Anyway, I’ll override the remaining grumbles and smooth out the day with fizzy drinks and other bribes. And I don’t really care what we do, I just like being with them.
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