TreVuchet

I'm sure everyone gets the urge to fling things across the room from time to time.  Most people, though, aren't lucky enough to have a 12th century weapon of war (albeit a tiny version of one) to help them with said flinging.

Trev glued together about a zillion wooden pieces this morning, carefully following the blueprints (See!  They're actually blue!), until his Trebuchet was complete.
The one problem with glue, though, is that it takes time to dry.  Builder-boy had to wait all day for his creation to be ready.  I was the lucky parent on glue-drying supervision duty, while Chad was on tooth-pulling duty.
And there was a quick trip to the nail salon.  Because you can't just sit there and watch glue drying, right?
10 hours later....
It flings!  Not that Trev ever saw the actual moment of flingage, because he closed his eyes every single time he pulled the pin.
P.S.  He wasn't in his jammies all day long, by the way.  Proper clothing was worn in the interim.
P.P.S.  Thanks for the awesome Trebuchet kit, Gomma!