We also went to a yard sale. The children found the mother load of free piles. Marc got into the van and asked, “Why is there an overhead projector in here?”
“Because we’re going to break it!” Was the enthusiastic response. I think Boy made them put it back, but caved when it came to the two air purifiers and copier. Here they are removing circuits with a silver plated cake knife. Which now rests proudly in my possession.
Cuz you’re not a man until you’ve been electrocuted.
We also made a hefty trip to Trader Joe’s. I think we got three meals out of that without lifting a finger. I need to try that trick on my mother, who wakes up in the middle of my construction zone, and proceeds to make us Belgian waffles with sides of hash browns and fried eggs. Just in case. She’ll say, “People still need to eat!” And I’ll say, “No they don’t.”
The next day the boys made the delightful discovery that their chopped air purifier was the perfect chipper for our excess of extruded veggie sticks. The marvels of the male mind. Combined with indifferent parenting. It’s always an adventure.