He sat up straighter and put his mug down on the table, smiling up at his dad. "Wait until I'm actually born and get to this age. This is basic compared to the things I could build if I had all my stuff here," he said, no hint of boasting in his words. The rockets Sarah and him used to build and launch had been far more complex than this one by the time he was 12. This? Was a form of relaxation, nothing more. Besides, like he'd said, he didn't have any of his stuff to build anything more complex.
The rocket moved back down onto the table again, and Tommy grabbed the engine and the folded-up parachute to fit them into the casing. "Do you want to sit down? Or were you just checking on me?"