On Friday my almost-three-year-old son informed me that the heater (vent) under my desk was broken and that we were to fix it.
Armed with nothing but a near-dead flashlight, a squirt gun and a stegosaurus we (apparently) fixed the heater which now works fine. Still.
Ah, imagination.
Image courtesy of here.
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3 Comments
What fun! I am glad that you had all the proper tools!
Did you have to sacrifice the dinosaur?
Nope. The dinosaur made it out unscathed.