Take away all sources of joy and entertainment for a few days. Toiling in the hot sun was his only option for stimulation that weekend. He loves to swing a hammer and use his drill, but maybe because using them on actual adult projects is still pretty new.
He loves to feel like he's helping, and in this case, he totally is. I didn't have to pull one nail out of the old fence. I stacked up panels and he went to town on them. I think the important thing is that it was HIS job... Not the typical "dad has to supervise and maybe jump in to do this better" type thing. I gave him an extensive safety lesson, a few crow bar pointers, and then he was in charge of breaking down panels.
He worked so fucking hard I was shocked. So then I had him drill in the bottom of each fence board as I held them level. Then he got to do the last panel all on his own. Throughout the project, i focused on building a sense of ownership and a "winter is coming" sense of urgency and necessity. I also emphasized "work hard, play hard." Suddenly, he realized dad wouldn't always be a dick about wanting to eat less-than-healthy food or playing video games as long as we were earning the rewards through hard work. Wish someone taught me that at age 11. But it's too soon to declare victory just yet...
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