My home has been invaded by paper airplanes. They zoom past my head, get stuck in my hair, and land on the dining room table. They flip, flop, and flap around my living room. They dive and crash, swoop and swish. My son has discovered paper airplanes.
I simply asked Andrew to make some paper airplanes for me yesterday, to take to Patch Club last night for the kids' game. I made one really quickly, just to show him it didn't have to be fancy. I just needed some planes. So what does Computer Boy do? Why, he looks them up online, of course! He now has a complete flight line of paper airplane models, including a helicopter, worthy of any Air Force around. Some are designed to glide in a straight line; some are designed to gently curve around the room and land where they started; and still others are apparently designed to immediately dive-bomb, no matter what the website said they would do! LOL
My fly-boy particularly enjoys zooming his planes right past his sister - and sometimes right into her lap - as she sits reading. She does not like this type of interaction with her brother, so it produces exactly the result he intended! He thinks it's great fun, of course.
I have to tell you that I myself have enjoyed flying some of these airplanes. I'm a bit surprised. I never knew of my aeronautical urges till yesterday. It doesn't hurt the relationship with the boy, either. Every 14-year-old boy needs to fly paper airplanes with his mom.