Every week at John’s camp he has an elective. It is a special class only offered for a week and they spend about 45 minutes a day in the elective. John’s elective this week is rocketry.
He came home on Monday telling us, “I got rocketry!” Daddy asked “Did you go to the moon?” John said “No. We were just working on building our rocket.” The rest of the week, we had similar conversations. But they spent most of the week building their rockets (no trips to outer space).
Today, I picked up John and when we got in the car he says “I’m really sad.” That’s never something a mom wants to hear. I automatically think the other boys are bullying him. So I say “Why? What happened.” He tells me “Well we launched our rockets today. And I lost mine.” My poor boy. I asked “How did you lose your rocket?” He explained “Well I shot the rocket in the air and it flew towards the pirate ship and then I lost it. It might be in a tree. But I don’t know.”
At dinner, he explained what happened to Daddy. “We took our rockets to the field. Some rockets didn’t launch right away. And the we would say ‘Houston, we have a problem.'” Daddy asked “Why did you say that?” John said “You know! Cause when you are in the rocket and you have a problem you say ‘Houston, we have a problem.'” Daddy asked “Did you have any failures?” “Just losing my rocket.” He explained that he launched his rocket and then ran to get it after it landed, but couldn’t find it. He said “It could be in a tree or gone forever.” How frustrating for John. He worked so hard on his rocket to lose it. I hope they find it before the rain comes tonight.
John and Gill went up a hill 