I love when my 15-year-old unplugs himself from the PS3 and the TV and hones his creative skills.
All week the bar in my kitchen has been littered with artistic debris. I surprised myself with my tolerance and pushed the mess aside whenever we needed the space.
Note the satellite dish and missiles.
Engineering is now his career of choice. (In years past Travis' aspirations included being an architect, an orthopedic surgeon, or a pilot.)
In the meantime, however, we have plenty of popsicle sticks and toothpicks to keep him occupied.