There is a story in Spiff's family that is told again and again. When Spiff was a young child, he found the slots on the dishwasher (the vent) to be the perfect size for coins. He proceded to fill the front of the dishwasher with various pennies, nickels and quarters which then lived inside the dishwasher door for the rest of its existence. They never retrieved the cash.
This morning, while I was doing laundry, and going up and down the stairs to our treacherous unfinished basement, I noticed Gunner playing with the doorknob to the basement door. Months ago, before he knew how to descend stairs safely, I turned around from doing laundry downstairs, and I found him sitting as quiet as a mouse at the top of the stairs. We immediately put a doorknob cover on the door.
As he was playing with the doorknob this morning, I thought for sure that he was figuring how to open it with the cover on it. I imagined him tumbling down the stairs onto the concrete basement floor, and dread filled my heart until I took a closer look and found this:
It must be a boy thing. And cute or not, I fear for my dishwasher.
4 comments:
Spiff also crammed coins into the finger slots on the sliding doors to the closets.
I think this is a comforting sign about thrift and preparedness. He is laying aside froot loops for the future, in case a rainy day comes when mom insists on raisins and there is no aunty to be led to the treat shelf to get things down. What a great boy you're raising!
i love it!! Clever boy!
My nephew took his dad's credit cards and slipped them through the vent slots on the computer. And into the VCR.
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