Saturday, December 24, 2011

Childhood Memories - Duct Tape, Daring and Dremel Tools

In every family there is usually one child that has that deep seated curiosity that sets him or her apart from the others. Sometimes it's as subtle as a lot of "why" questions, sometimes it's finding out your child asked for new stock components for the AR15 from Santa. But for you new parents (Brigid Jr., already has her own AR15 to play with) here are some helpful hints to recognize if your child is going down the path of saving the world, one evil mad scientist experiment at a time.

How to identify if your child is going to be the next engineer, scientist or handyman in the family.

All toys are first taken completely apart before playing with.

Hooks dogs leash to remote control car so he/she does not have to walk him.

Pumps up his or her Super Soaker with an industrial air compressor.


Spends allowance at "Pick a Part."

Jello + BB Gun. Does anyone have a mop?

Install Dad's stereo speakers in ductwork for true "surround sound".

Freezes siblings chair with liquid nitrogen when he's foolish enough to be temporarily absent.

Rolls his/her eyes when you call a Pipe Wrench a Monkey Wrench.

Comes home from Sears with permission slip to buy a nail gun.

Asks for a large sheet of plywood and a saw horse or two to go with the toboggan at Christmas to better make the ski jump.

Uses Dremel tool to convert striped Phillip head screws into slotted screws.


Opens the stuck jar of mayonnaise by puncturing the lid with a clean nail to break the vacuum.

Solves Rubic Cube by disassembling and reassembling in the correct order. (Mad Scientist bonus: Disassembles and reassembles leaving it one cube out of place and leaves it for unsuspecting siblings).

Can repair any toy out of existing garage inventory.

Takes apart 36 inch model of Cutty Sark with a hammer to build a workable raft.


When given permission to build a tree house, presents a bill of materials including the proper number of nails.

Launches G.I. Joe/Star Wars Project to melt enemy troops with magnifying glass.

Makes Bionic Barbie with scraps of wire and auto body filler to replace leg lost in potato gun launch.

When asked why he or she is borrowing the vice grips replies "I hear the tooth fairy pays good money."

Passes meatballs to little brother with trebuchet.

Trip to ocean involves buckets and M80's for building and destroying sand castles.

Takes apart TV set "because there's nothing to watch".


Instead of marbles, has a jar full of nuts and screws. (Got bored playing marbles when discovery made that you can always win using a steel ball bearing.)

Discussion at parent/teacher conference involves discussion of intentional launch of smaller children off of teeter totter to correlate weight and angle to trajectory.

Neighbor calls that your kid is in their back yard with a cat, duct tape, a two liter bottle of diet coke and Mentos.

While Mom makes cookies, mixes Borax, white glue, water, and food coloring to make homemade slime.

Borrow tools and does not return them.

Have a safe and happy Christmas Eve, and enjoy every memory your family builds.

20 comments:

North said...

I haven't stopped...

Six said...

Merry Christmas Brigid from the Six clan. Get well soon.

Josh K. said...

:-)

If you need anymore suggestions on movies; while your laid up, I recommend Ice Pirates and The Goonies.
If need be, I will loan you my Copies.

:-)
Josh

Farm.Dad said...

Merry Christmas to you and yours from the Farm Family .. Pet the dog for us ;)

Rev. Paul said...

"Mad Scientist bonus: Disassembles and reassembles leaving it one cube out of place and leaves it for unsuspecting siblings"

I did not! It wasn't me! That's my story & I'm sticking to it!

Merry Christmas, ma'am. Get well soon.

mikelaforge said...

Yeah, I know them kids. Basement bombers. Good luck with the knee - at least you won't need to alter your schedule to catch the weather report anymore!! Merry Christmas!

julie said...

Merry Christmas to you and yours, Brigid. My little one is still a bit too young, but now I know what signs to watch out for :)

God, Gals, Guns, Grub said...

You almost described me... when other kids wanted Atari's and light sabres... I wanted vise-grips and torque-wrenches... when some were getting quadra-phonic stereos I was soldering together an octo-phonic system...

Merry Christmas!

Dann in Ohio

Morris said...

Happy Christmas to you and your loved ones, Brigid, and to all the regulars here as well.

Morris

Larry said...

Have you been talking to my Mom?

Merry Christmas!

45er said...

This pretty much was an outline of my childhood.

Skip said...

Merry Christmas to you, Jr., grandchild, Barkley, and all of you out there.

Roscoe said...

Kids, remember what the Mythbusters taught us -- grind up the Mentos before putting them into the Diet Coke.

Industrial air compressor? My father sold soda fountain equipment so we had old drink syrup canisters to rig as "Ghostbusters"-style backpack soakers. The problem? About two minutes of spray was all we got before recharging was necessary.

Argie said...

Dad - Check, Check, Check. Tom (the boy)- Check, Check ,Check and double Check. Between the two of us, we've got this covered. Merry Christmas, best wishes and prayers for a speedy rehab.

Argie

Peter said...

Blessings of the season to you and yours, Brigid. Stay off that knee, now - none of that wild Irish Christmas dancing, even if you did partake too well of the brandy sauce!

;-)

Tango Juliet said...

Merry Christmas Brigid!

Guffaw in AZ said...

Merry Christmas! Heal quickly!
I'm surprised you've not disassembled your own knee and fixed it already!

David said...

My orthopedic surgeon (in some ways it bothers me that I have a regular orthopedic surgeon) and I don't get along. He hates patients who are engineers. He just hasn't come to grips with our arrangement yet. I break it - he is supposed to fix it. I keep telling him "I can fix your car, your TV, or your computer. All you need to do is fix my knee." He keeps mumbling something about needing enough healthy raw material to work with...

Two years ago my daughter was in to see him with some torn ligaments in her ankle. She asked him "how difficult is this to fix?" He rolled his eye's and complained "Oh Lord, she's just like her Dad."

GreyLocke said...

A question please, Where did you get the secret squirrel patch?

Brigid said...

GreyLocke - it was a gift from two friends who got it, I believe, at a gun show in Northern Indiana.