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Sunday, May 23, 2010

My 11-year-old went to camp for a few days, so I thought I'd surprise him by cleaning his room. Now, understand, the word "mess" doesn't begin to describe the kind of tornado-storm-of-a-room my son somehow lives in.

After cleaning for the better part of 2 days, I was mystified, by some of the items I found. What was he doing with these things? I have no idea, and I'm afraid to ask. He's always taking things apart, doing experiments, building things. I find numerous stretched-out wire hangers, extension cords, and flashlights in his room. Tools of all sort. I'm sure it all has some story, some meaning to him. I'm sure it all makes sense. And since he has no TV or computer in his room, I guess he has to find something to occupy his mind.

I think he might be trying to find a way to beam himself away from home. So if you find my son sometime in the near future, beamed onto your lawn in a tinfoil/hanger/waxed paper/talcum powder contraption, will you please return him?
Denise Hunter  
posted at 9:14 PM  
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At 7:51 AM, Blogger Sarah said...

Oh my goodness! Too funny.

If you find out the stories behind those items, you have to share.

At 8:54 AM, Blogger Denise Hunter said...

Sarah, I did ask him about the air gun pellets in the baby powder (!!??). I had to know. LOL

Turns out, he was wetting the powder and would then throw the pellets at his mirror. It made a mark like the glass had been shattered. He fooled his older brother into thinking he'd broken it.

At 9:24 AM, Blogger Ane Mulligan said...

Our eldest was like that. Keep an eye on this kid, Denise. :D When mine got into junior high school, they made the boys take home ec. So ours came home, certain he knew all there was to know about sewing machines and proceeded to take mine apart. It cost me $80 to have it repaired, and that was nearly 30 years ago!

This is the same kid who when my parents brought me a Swiss clock from their trip to Switzerland, took it apart to see how it worked. That one never did get fixed.

So keep an eye on your little inventor. And your clocks. ;)

At 11:46 AM, Blogger Crystal Mazzuca said...

The Downy spray. That's what mystifies me... (now that the baby powder got explained :)

At 1:59 PM, Blogger Denise Hunter said...

You're right, Anne. He's taken apart a lot things, mostly his toy engines/motors thankfully.

LOL Crystal. I might ask him about that.

At 2:10 PM, Blogger Sarah said...

Makes me think of a family story about my father-in-law. Apparently he was the type of little boy who had an inquisitive mind. His parents came home one day to find ALL the doorknobs in their house had been removed. He wanted to figure out how they all worked.

At 2:57 PM, Blogger Denise Hunter said...

LOL, Sarah! I should be happy I just have tools and odd objects going missing all the time.

At 10:22 PM, Blogger Cathy Shouse said...

I have to confess that as a parent, what struck me is that he has no TV or computer in his room. Mine this age doesn't either. We must be the only two people on the planet keeping that stuff out of their rooms :)


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