When etch-a-sketches go bad
May 21, 2007
Have you ever wondered what would happen if you decided to take your etch-a-sketch outside and smash it open with a rock?
No? Me neither. I was always content to turn the little dials and try in vain to make something other than a staircase. I did not need to understand the mysterious inner workings of the etch-a-sketch.
But my sons did.
And so a couple of them smashed one open and then proceeded to smear the silver dust all over each other, the swingset, and the yard. Oh what fun! What joy! What merriment!
Until I snapped them out of their revelry with my spastic yelling.
I sent them inside to wash up, stomping loudly behind them, with explicit instructions not to touch anything, which whoa boy is so funny. “How can we turn on the water if we can’t touch anything? ” Har har har. Not funny.
There was much snickering at the kitchen sink. I made a valiant effort to maintain my angry facade while looking at my silver coated children. I would have been successful too had Rob not come into the kitchen to see what was going on.
“Look! Just look!” I said, gesturing wildly to the children solemnly standing at the kitchen sink. Solemn now that Daddy was in the room.
“Just look at this one! He looks like the godforsaken TIN MAN!” I said as I spun my 8yr old around to face him.
Rob started laughing.
The children started laughing.
And in spite of myself, I was laughing too.
I grabbed my camera off the counter and snapped a few pictures for the ‘One day this will be funny’ category.
Though I doubt it will be any funnier than it was today. Unless they reenact me running through the backyard with my arms flailing around, yelling like a crazy person, while they ran away from me.
Oh wait, they have already done this. Twice.
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