Deconstruct

We installed a new dishwasher, and within minutes (it seemed) David had the old one deconstructed.

We had a very dear set of missionaries in our ward at the time. David asked them if they could help him take the door off. They said they had to save that kind of work for P-day. So sure enough, they stopped back by to "help" him another time--which translated to David eating up the attention from a fully captive audience.

This boy gets lost in all the small parts for hours at a time.

(Our deck has been left with a few sharp object this summer, resulting in painful surprises. I guess it's the tradeoff for having David engaged in a single activity for long stretches--there are hazards to stepping anywhere near his work space.

A few weeks later, our neighbor gave him a big basket of nerf guns her sons had out grown. Those were all decimated the next day. We didn't even get any nerf bullets to try them out before they met their demise.

On another note, this hung around our kitchen for a few weeks. Popeye eats spinach, David drinks water infused with green onion. Bleck. I tried throwing it away a few times, but each time he would see me and come take a sip. Clearly they weren't very big sips, though--because that tiny bit at the top is all that was ever consumed. It finally found the drain after the boy was in sweet slumber, dreaming of taking things apart.