Origami frustrates me.
I’m not talking tech here, despite all the recent press (and follow-up stories).
I’m talking about folding paper.
The boy has some dinosaur (of course) origami, and this stuff is too damn hard. Maybe it’s just faulty instructions, or maybe this is an advanced set (I hope so!), but I’d rather back up my computer, which has been a frustrating, still-incomplete experience in its own right, than try and fold another Yangchuanosaurus.
But few things make him happier right now, so I am grateful that there are only a handful of these beasts left in the set. I suppose I should put the rose-colored glasses on and be thrilled to be a father here, but damn.
What’s more fun about being a father is coming home and listening to the boy read a book to his sister, which I also got to do last night. So I suppose there is balance in the world.