Saturday was a day where daddy had some work to do and mommy wasn't feeling too well due to a headache. I asked the girls to go play rather than just stay glued to the floor in front of the TV. The two younger girls decided to go upstairs and cause yet-to-be-seen damage in the playroom. My oldest daughter decided to go to her room for some "me time".
From the den, I kept hearing sighs and soft exclamations of exhasperation like "why won't you just work?" This kept up for about 30 minutes. I figured she would come talk to me despite and overwhelming urge to sneak around the corner and just watch her little creative mind at work. I could tell she was in deep contemplation about something and just decided to let her figure it out on her own. Quietly a little red head appeared from around the corner and a big tear rolled down her face.
"What's wrong baby?" I asked.
"The Cleanupinator doesn't work." she said sadly.
"What's the Cleanupinator?" I asked.
She handed me a napkin with a neatly drawn almost-to-scale schematic as shown above. It appeared to be a table with voodoo dolls taking a shower and then a map to a worm hole in the space-time continuum. After a little explanation from her, I realized that her little entrepreneur mind is already at work coming up with the next big thing, just like her Daddy. See, the Cleanupinator is a brilliant attempt by a 6 year old to understand the basic laws of physics by swinging a pencil on a rope to push her dollies off her night table into a basket so she can then put them away when she cleans her room.
This turned into a 30 minute science experiment in the kitchen and a discussion on Newtonian laws as to why swinging a pencil on a piece of string can knock a hair clip across the table but barely makes an apple wobble.
She quickly understood that there wasn't enough mass in the pencil to knock her dolls off her nightstand and said "I guess i need to swing something heavier than a pencil to knock the dolls into the basket."
Watch out world. Baby, you will change the world for the better one day.
Daddy loves you.
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