Mr. Fix-it

Yesterday, one of our BMW model cars (thank you, Ridgewood Run age group awards) broke an axel. James asked Dan to fix it, so he broke out the crazy glue. He had to use a screwdriver to take the car apart in order to get at the axel better. In no time at all, the small SUV was ready to roll again, and James had been a keen observer. Thanks, Daddy!

This morning I found James like this on the couch.

What's that tool he's holding? A "carfix," of course. "Mommy, I found the carfix!"