Monday, February 6, 2012

Mechanical skills

Grad School Friend brings over the fire truck with the broken pump. Armed with a screwdriver and my smaller fingers, we manipulate the plastic clasps and dismantle the toy piece by piece. A neighbor walks by, sees Epsilon asleep in his car seat and two adults intensely staring at a pile of plastic bits. I wave. He grins back knowingly. I am so glad that all my neighbors have young kids.

Having taken apart the pump, and finished blowing air into each others' faces, we have no idea what is wrong with the pump.We snap everything back together, and pray.  The pump works! Apparently, Grad School Friend had the same result when he took apart his dashboard to fix his power windows.

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