It’s no secret that my house has been up to no good lately – from busted toilets to refrigerators that stop chilling the freezer but start freezing in the produce drawer.
I’ve been waiting for The Third Thing – because these things always come in threes.
Yesterday morning, my garage door ceased to work – the motor would spin but the chain refused to move.
The part is not something the store carries, it must be ordered online.
However, the SAME THING happened to CG’s side of the garage door a few months ago. After putting it off for months, he finally ordered the part after Christmas. It was delivered last week.
By then, the parts to his garage door motor were either eaten or maliciously hidden by the garage itself – preventing CG from actually fixing it.
Or maybe, the garage just likes me better and instead used its psychic powers to hide CG’s opener so the part would be available to repair my side.
Either way, Garage Opener Repairman has been added to Computer Guru’s ever growing list of Sh*t that Broke That Daddy Fixed (the toilet, the refrigerator, the ice maker, my mother’s stove top and oven, and the garage door) all within the last month.
The Tackler has closely observed CG’s actions and has even “helped” him repair some items. He is fascinated that things Can Be Taken Apart.
Just this morning he was hunched over the toy vacuum cleaner, taking the various compartments apart with his tools.
Lil Diva tried to get her hands on his wrench.
Tackler: “No man, that’s my job. You can look but you can’t touch!”
Me: “What are you doing with the vacuum cleaner?”
Tackler: “I need to take this apart.”
Me: “What wrong with it?”
Tackler: “It won’t turn on. I need to fix it and make it turn on.”
Me: “I don’t think it’s supposed to turn on sweetie.” – It does take batteries, we’ve just never communicated that factoid to him….
Some time passed as he muttered gibberish similar to what people do under their breath, but in a much more enthusiastic tone rather than the traditional unintelligible curses.
Tackler: (heavy sigh) “I don’t know how to fix it.”
Me: “That’s ok. It’s time to run errands anyway. You can finish fixing it later.”
While I love his interest in how things work, it does instill a small sense of foreboding.
Some day, I’m going to walk into my kitchen and find my microwave taken apart.
Or the TV.
Lord help me.
Has your child mimicked you or done something funny recently?