Coming home from work one afternoon, my son - after our initial display of affection- said “Mama, remote” and proudly showed me something he had been holding in his hand.
“Oh.” I was surprised. No, that is not a remote. I was almost tempted to say but held my tongue in check.
“What is this remote control for?” I playfully asked instead.
“Oh.” I was surprised. No, that is not a remote. I was almost tempted to say but held my tongue in check.
“What is this remote control for?” I playfully asked instead.
“Remote for [the] yo-yo.”
And I pulled all my reserved acting skills to keep a straight face.
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So presenting Matt's self-made remote control.
Made out of sticking a cottonbud (arrow) on a hole of wrist toy (that makes sound by pressing the red triangle). He said the cottonbud is the antenna!

And this is my son's entry for this week's MakeIt FromScratch! Eugene Polley- step aside.
6 comments:
Wow- what a smarty you have on your hands. Sounds like a future engineer to me!
LOL! that is adorable :) The things their minds conjure up...I see a future engineer too!
Kids certainly are brilliant! :D
I can already sense another family of engineers..
Thanks for participating in this week's Carnival of Family Life, hosted at Diary of 1!
JHS
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Hi thanks for posting thhis
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