After the first drawing of the arrows, Charles finally wore me down and I made him a printed arrow. It cut me to the heart that he liked that one much better. He even took it in to daycare to show his little friends.
However, Charles is never satisfied with just one product of technology. He tried to get me to print him another arrow but that broke down in to a screaming Charles going on about a “different” arrow. Neither Mom nor I could figure out what he meant. Charles also wanted it bigger, which was a problem because
Trying to explain this to him would be difficult at best but in the midst of a full scale meltdown was hopeless. I ended up sending him away once he took to grabbing existing arrows, crumpling them up and throwing them on the floor in anger.
The next day, however, Charles managed to explain in a calmer tone that he wanted to look through the drop down menu in the graphics program I use to find a different arrow. We looked through the list together and printed him up some nice arrows.