RIP Story: June 22nd, 2024

“Die baddies DIE!” Jimmy yelled as he ran from the dining room table. His father sat in the living room watching the car race on TV. His son ran down the hallway making various shooting and exploding sounds.

Brave kid he thought to himself. If the glue was not dry his model of some destruction machine would get broken in the battle of the hallway. This gave Jimmy’s dad a laugh which was drowned out by Jimmy making a pass in the other direction lining up “THE SUPER MISSLE!” Oh, this was a painting day his dad realized when he got a quick look at the Assault Helicopter fly past at the speed of an excited small boy.

Trevor felt a little strange purchasing these model kits for his son. It was always warplanes or helicopters. Jimmy wanted to get a tank kit but one look at all the pieces and Jimmy, for all his focus and ambition, was scared away from the tank kit. Jimmy would sit for hours upon days in the summer working on his kits. The kid had a gift. Several gifts in fact. His dad had a collection of ruined kits hidden in the garage. He planned to show them to Jimmy when he was older. Remember when you did this one? He planned to show Jimmy how far he had come as a model maker. He also enjoyed looking at his son’s creative progress.

Jimmy’s gifts extended to learning lessons from these mistakes and looking for information when he didn’t know how to do something or if he wanted to do it better. Jimmy would turn off his music only to watch an online video of some tutorial. These days it was all about painting techniques.

“We’re going down, mayday, mayday,” Trevor heard down the hall. He waited to hear a crash. He didn’t want to know but if there was clean up, better deal with it now before a cat ate stray bits of kit. “Everything alright?” he asked.

“The baddies are getting theirs Dad!” Jimmy answered then moved to the next target. Trevor turned his attention back to the race, satisfied the battle raging in his hallway was under control. The race was interesting, but the commentary was annoying as it usually was. Today’s solution was to mute the TV and listen to the sounds of his son and the playlist of songs his son had adopted from his dad’s music.

Thanks for reading, see you tomorrow.

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