Pretty sure toddlers lugging ANYTHING is invariably a bad sign, come to think of it ๐ค
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One time, when I was a toddler, after Iโve been quiet for a while, which was always a bad sign, my mom found me trying to saw our grand piano, with a double handed saw. Mom didnโt even know we had one of those ๐.
How could she not know you had one? Grand pianos are huge
Gremlins snuck it in under the cover of night. I've heard about it happening almost once!
Did you build something else with the remains of the piano?
Yeah, I actually rebuilt it as a regular piano. Takes up much less space, you know ๐
Impressive
What the..how did..huh?? ๐คฃ
Dad got the saw years earlier. Mom had never seen it until it was being brandished at the piano?
That's my best guess.
Exaclty! My dad was handy, used to build/fix thinks at the cabin, and just brought home some tools. I most likely, watching him, wanted to imitate, and the only wood for sawing I found at home was the grand piano ๐. Dad probably got in so much trouble for not hiding the tools better.
Ahh to be a toddler again, where whenever I was lugging something it meant I had an exciting idea.
The most terrifying thing I've had to deal with is a mechanically inclined toddler.
My mother found out that I instinctively knew how to jimmy/ pick locks around the time I started walking. All locks had to be double key deadbolts to keep me from trying to follow my older sisters to school. They finally stuck me in Montessori school so that at least she knew where I was, and she could take care of household stuff.
Mine is going to try to do the dishes usually. I hope she maintains her enthusiasm for cleaning.
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