Is it me, or do kids seem to have a lot more stuff now than they used to? Take a walk through my son’s bedroom, and you will see only a slightly scaled down version of your local Toys R Us. Matchbox cars? He’s got ’em. Toys guns? Yep. Legos, action figures, costumes, books, and blocks, too.
In keeping with the technological advances of our times, most of these toys are intricate designs of electronic know-how built to provide about three weeks of quality entertainment before self-destructing, at which point you have two choices: try to fix it, or go buy a replacement.
Me, I try to fix it.
And I do a good job for the most part. I know how to use screwdrivers and pliers and hammers (that one only as a last resort, of course).
But it seems that the more value my son places on a certain toy, the more impatient he is to get it fixed. I found this out the other day when his favorite plaything suddenly quit working. Fixing it was easy. The lesson I learned, though? Not so much.
To hear all about it, stop over at Katdish’s blog. And remember, God can fix anything as long as you give Him enough time to do it…
