Focus, Jennemann!

I know that it’s in the Man Code that every man should have at least one coffee can of spare screws. I don’t drink coffee. I don’t usually have spare parts left over after putting something together. I don’t have spare screws. Abigail, however, does. She walked over to me holding out a handful of machine screws and nuts. When the kids do something goofy like that we calm down and treat them like wild animals – no loud noises or sudden movements. Any effort on our part to quickly take away the glass full of juice could result in the kid freaking out and dropping the glass thus shattering the glass and spilling the juice. So when Abigail showed me her handful of screws, I calmly asked her:

“Where’d you get the screws?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

“Ok, where were you when you found them?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

(getting frustrated, but still maintaining my cool)

“Ok, that’s ok. What were you doing when you found the screws?”

“Um, I don’t know. Look! I have knees.”

(more frustrated)

“I see your knees. They’re pretty knees. Now, where did you find the srews?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

(not even hiding my frustration)

“Focus, Jennemann! Where’d you get these screws? Think! They had to have come from somewhere. What were you doing? Where were you when you found them? Where did they come from? Give me something here.”

“Um, I don’t know.”

I looked all over for any possible source for the screws and nuts and didn’t find anything. Everything seems to be holding together well so far. I have absolutely no idea where these screws came from. I guess we’ll just have to wait til something falls apart.