My 17-year-old stepson, Frizz, is intent on folding 1,000 paper cranes. This means there are paper cranes of all sizes showing up all around the house, increasing in numbers day by day. The first day was cute. He carefully placed a large crane on our dinner table, followed by cranes decreasing in size – like a little paper crane train. Then a few more appeared in the living room, folded in bright construction paper. Soon the little train on the table grew to include their extended family.
Every day Frizz has continued his folding adventure at his desk in his room. And I wonder two things – what the heck are we going to do with 1,000 paper cranes, and when is the kid going to get a girlfriend?