I grew up in a house hold that if something broke, that was how it was going to stay (sorry Dad). It is still a shocker that J.R. has abilities. I know that it shouldn't, but it does. My vacuum has had a rather bald spot in the cord. In the last couple of months, it has started sparking. Singeing skin. Blowing circuits. Scaring the be-jezzy's out of me. Then, it gave up the ghost, but not before leaving a scorch mark on my rug. I thought I was going to be buying a new vacuum (which is not a bad thing . . . ?).
But, no, I'm married to a handy man. Who comes complete with a handy daughter.
Here is Amelia explaining what Dad should be doing.
"Like this, Dad. Like this . . . ."
Can you see it?
Amelia decided to tell EVERYBODY what happened. Mom 'may' have inflicted a boo-boo, and I was going to ease Dad into it when he got home. He walked in, and the very FIRST thing she did was this pose. Mila and I need to have a talk about keeping secrets. It doesn't show up on film, but this was a real doozy. And accidental (in case that hadn't been clear!).
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