What do you do on a lazy weekend morning when you've eaten your fill of Nutty Whole Wheat Waffles, and you walk into the kitchen to find that someone has dragged the aluminum foil onto the kitchen floor from its place on the pantry shelf, and now, that somebody is standing in the middle of the kitchen floor in his skivvies, looking at it, just sure it will benefit him somehow? Well, just in time, you remember that it is a lazy weekend morning, and then you sit down on the rug in the middle of the kitchen floor, right next to your skivvied little boy, and begin to explore with him the merits of heavy duty tin foil.
The dishes can wait.
Now, he already has a feeling that this stuff that he's found has gotta be good, 'cause it says right there on the box, "heavy duty," and he's nobody's fool.
So, after much discussion between us, some rough measuring, cutting, a little taping, some crimping, and crumpling, my once skivvy-clad boy, was now my knight in shining armor. A full suit of armor. Heavy duty armor.
Now, getting outfitted in a full suit of heavy duty armor can test the patience of any great knight. It requires patience, great patience. And this boy was. Very. He would have stood there all day, because this was quite possibly the best thing that had happened to him all year. So, he stood. And finally, it was done.
But, it wasn't until he began to walk around that he realized the best part of wearing a full suit of heavy duty armor-- the sound! A rugged, creaky, clanky metal sound; a manly sound. It followed him wherever he went. If you've never had the good fortune of walking around in a full suit of heavy duty tin foil armor, you just don't know what you're missing. The sound of it alone is enough to make honor, bravery, strength, and courage become part of your character forever and ever, amen. It's even enough to make you forget the tin foil that keeps jabbing you in the armpits. Crumpled foil in the 'pits? Not a problem. Not for this knight.
Out to the woods with his sword and shield to hunt and slay a fire-breathing dragon.
While his brother recorded it all on Daddy's old razor phone (the best 'toy' they've ever had).
Heavy duty armor. It does a boy good.
