|I have a Ballista. And I know how to use it!|
We have castles.
In our front room.
Two of them.
Because how can you have a proper siege or battle unless you have more than one castle?
Moving on . . .
Our grandchildren love them.
There is seldom a time when they are not crouched over the one or the other, hatching plans and enacting scenarios.
They are a joy to watch.
Our two-year-old had nabbed one of the ‘ballista’.
A siege engine that shot, not one, but six soft-tipped projectiles in quick succession.
All one had to do was rotate the main trunk to expose the next missile to the firing mechanism.
Unless one is two.
She carried it to her dad.
And held it up.
Then silently gave him a handful of projectiles.
Let’s face it, it’s hard to do a lot of explaining when one has a soother in one’s mouth.
Obligingly, he loaded her little machine and handed the unit back to her.
Happily she grabbed it and scampered away.
“Does she know how to use that?” I asked.
A ‘flame’ tipped missile flew past.
“I guess she does,” he said.
It’s all in how you’re raised . . .
|Castle #1 - The Good/Bad guys|
|Castle #2 - Ditto|