My steam punk children.
Our son said to me, "WHERE'S LUCY?! WHICH WAY IS LUCY?! HURRY, WHICH WAY IS LUCY?!
I said, "What in the world are you talking about? He said, Dad told me - righty tighty - lefty loosey so which way do I turn the wrench because I don't know my left and right.
Sadly, after about a dozen double "A's" the poor boy still couldn't get his homemade train to work properly and not even after his brainiac sister Maria helped him.
*If you happen to notice the boys toe, he dropped a piece of wood on it when he was helping his Dad build a fire and naturally he didn't have his shoes on at the time. Later on he fell on his face and scraped his nose but no matter how much it hurts for me to watch, I'm not going to bubble wrap my boy.
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"Where's Lucy?"
I love it!
Boys are going to be boys; doesn't do any good to even try and bubble wrap them. I sometimes wonder if that's why (some) teen drivers pull a lot of dangerous stunts; they've been protected from consequences their whole life and don't realize there are such things.
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