Thursday, February 23, 2006
Mr Shiny
I can't remember if I ever published this but it didn't show up when I searched the blog. As most of you know, I have wanted to build an airplane for decades. I may finally be getting close. This following essay may represent the only remaining problem. It is by Kevin Kinney, an aircraft homebuilder in Ohio.
A one-sided conversation between a homebuilder and his 15-month-old son:
Joshua?
Joshua.
Josh!
Look at this. Okay, you can hold it, but don't put it in your mouth. Yes, it is shiny. Don't put it in your mouth. Do you know what this is? Daddy calls It "6B19-5, flap mount bearing,'' but you can call him Mr. shiny.
Joshua, look at this.
It's Mr. shiny. Do you know what? Mr. shiny is sad. You know what sad is, it's when we make a face like this Joshua.
Don't cry!
It's okay; don't cry.
Daddy isn't sad, but Mr. Shiny is sad.
Don't put that in your...okay, go ahead and taste it.
Do you know why Mr. Shiny is sad? Mr. Shiny has a friend, but he got lost. Do you remember when you were playing with Mr. Shiny's friend? It was yesterday. You were carrying it around and rattling the bolts. Do you remember that? Yes, you were shaking it just like that. It makes a fun sound. Do you remember where you were playing with Mr. Shiny's friend? You walked over here, and then Daddy turned his back for a second. You put Mr. Shiny's friend down somewhere and started playing with the scissors.
Joshua, please take Mr. Shiny out of your mouth.
Where is Mr. Shiny's friend? Do you remember where you set him down?
Joshua, leave the bolt alone.
Joshua, don't unscrew the....Yes, those washers roll everywhere, don't they?
No! I'll pick up the washers. Put the washer down. Give it to me. Okay, spit it out. Don't make me come in there for it Joshua. Spit it out. Spit it out!
Did you Just have one in your mouth? I sure hope so.
Quit unscrew..
Give me Mr. Shiny. We'll put Mr. Shiny up here, okay?
Give me the nut, and I'll get the washers...One, two, three...Spit it out! Now where is Mr. Shiny's friend? He looks just like....Joshua, where is Mr. shiny?
Later, back in the house...
Mommy: So how did things go in the garage?
Daddy: Oh, you know. Just a normal day.
I can't remember if I ever published this but it didn't show up when I searched the blog. As most of you know, I have wanted to build an airplane for decades. I may finally be getting close. This following essay may represent the only remaining problem. It is by Kevin Kinney, an aircraft homebuilder in Ohio.
A one-sided conversation between a homebuilder and his 15-month-old son:
Joshua?
Joshua.
Josh!
Look at this. Okay, you can hold it, but don't put it in your mouth. Yes, it is shiny. Don't put it in your mouth. Do you know what this is? Daddy calls It "6B19-5, flap mount bearing,'' but you can call him Mr. shiny.
Joshua, look at this.
It's Mr. shiny. Do you know what? Mr. shiny is sad. You know what sad is, it's when we make a face like this Joshua.
Don't cry!
It's okay; don't cry.
Daddy isn't sad, but Mr. Shiny is sad.
Don't put that in your...okay, go ahead and taste it.
Do you know why Mr. Shiny is sad? Mr. Shiny has a friend, but he got lost. Do you remember when you were playing with Mr. Shiny's friend? It was yesterday. You were carrying it around and rattling the bolts. Do you remember that? Yes, you were shaking it just like that. It makes a fun sound. Do you remember where you were playing with Mr. Shiny's friend? You walked over here, and then Daddy turned his back for a second. You put Mr. Shiny's friend down somewhere and started playing with the scissors.
Joshua, please take Mr. Shiny out of your mouth.
Where is Mr. Shiny's friend? Do you remember where you set him down?
Joshua, leave the bolt alone.
Joshua, don't unscrew the....Yes, those washers roll everywhere, don't they?
No! I'll pick up the washers. Put the washer down. Give it to me. Okay, spit it out. Don't make me come in there for it Joshua. Spit it out. Spit it out!
Did you Just have one in your mouth? I sure hope so.
Quit unscrew..
Give me Mr. Shiny. We'll put Mr. Shiny up here, okay?
Give me the nut, and I'll get the washers...One, two, three...Spit it out! Now where is Mr. Shiny's friend? He looks just like....Joshua, where is Mr. shiny?
Later, back in the house...
Mommy: So how did things go in the garage?
Daddy: Oh, you know. Just a normal day.
// posted by Chris @ Thursday, February 23, 2006
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