One of the benefits of living with a son twice your size is always having someone handy to change the lightbulbs. Or so I thought.
Yesterday, the lightbulb in the kitchen burned out. Sure I could drag out the step ladder, but yelling for Cameron is so much easier. He gamely trotted into the room, reached overhead, placed both gargantuan hands on the globe, and began spinning in place. This goofiness achieved exactly the reaction he was aiming for: laughter all around. So he kept spinning, assuming that he was unscrewing the globe to reach the lightbulb.
No! Actually what he did was dissassemble the entire light fixture (with the lightbulb still inside the globe). He stood stock still, staring at the fixture in his hands, unsure what had happened. More laughter. Eventually, he decided that he should actually examine the problem before taking action. What a concept!
So we’re back to the corny old joke…how many homeschoolers does it take to change a lightbulb? At my house, the answer is 4. One goofball to mess it up, and 3 to tease him for the rest of the day.
Life can be fun.