“Lewis, after you’ve finished your cello practice, you can go to the basement with Daddy and learn how to use a hand saw.”
I never saw my dreamy six-year-old so task oriented as on that first day when he was allowed to begin woodworking. Clearly it was a top priority for him, and the opportunity to learn it was so exciting that it blew lesser thoughts out of his mind.
Ten years later, the same thing happened when he learned to drive. The obvious significance, both in potential danger and in growing up, rendered the activity so real that no attention was left for daydreaming.