Weapon Of Choice?

My older son is in the seventh grade. He’s interested in most of the things his peers are. He’s very popular, which I can’t figure out. Must be like his mother; everybody likes her.

We cobbled together a computer out of busted and obsolete PCs we had in various closets for him and his brother to use. I found him heroically trying to produce animation with stick figures in Pivot, and then trying to compile them in off the shelf Windows Media. He had no help. Amazing. He is happy as a passenger on the ones and zeros bus, playing Halo with his friends, but I can see he wants to drive the bus already, too.

We used my computer, which is decidedly not well-equipped to produce video– but at least has a processor from this century in it– and we made a video together after his little brother and his mother went to sleep last night. Stayin’ up late making things.

That’s my boy: