Hide and Seek

Conner is fixing things around the house this afternoon. He has his hard hat on, his toolbox open and tools in his pockets. He doesn't have a toolbelt mostly because I have seen the butt crack for 4 years and he doesn't need help displaying it. He has been outside fixing things as well. Only moments ago he presented me with 8 screws. As I am sure anyone else would be, I was a touch concerned. I asked him where they came from and he told me, "I don't know." (The "I don't know" is also followed by a shoulder shrug. This is a stock answer and act that has been passed down from Abbey to the other two kids.) I searched the house for anything that could be missing screws and found nothing. I decided that they must have been in his toolbox. I asked him again, and he told me they came from outside. Now I am in an advanced game of hide and seek. We looked the lawnmower over, the picnic table, the storm door and the grill. I asked him about a few more things, and he would either say "No" or "I don't know." I found out as I sat down in disgust. They came from the bench in the front yard. Sitting on it and having the left side collapse as I crashed to the ground was a whole heap of fun. Conner is still laughing in the front yard.