Thread: I feel sick.

One of my daughters colored the grouting between the floor tiles with crayon.

I agree it sucks to have 92 razors damaged like this. The silver lining is of course that she did not get hurt despite interacting with a box of 92 very sharp object.

Build yourself a new, taller, wider workbench. No stools, blade bin back and centre. Make sure it is a 'Manly' stand up workspace. Problem solved...in future.


Mick

I remember over the years that my kids were the ones to sand out the brand new paint job on my '66 mustang with road blacktop chunks, be scouts and light fires in the woods nearby, paint a wall with a spray can, magic marker walls, hide food in their rooms which got a colony of ants covering the floor, lock the stalls from the inside in the necessary room at my workplace while I was working a long weekend and child sitting.
Mostly the trouble they got into was from watching an adult do something and then trying to match it with the objects at hand.

Now you know why they say soda is bad for kids.

wow. Got any pictures of the damage? and no, I'm not talking about any bruises your daughter might have.

I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE!! Sorry doesn't cut it here, I have a couple of grand/kids and thank goodness their old enough to head my lectures on what's touchable and what's off limits, thought I know some time in the future my luck will run out, I"m waiting for the axe to fall, so far, my blades and honeing equipment is safe.

BTW, give her a hug from all of us, really.

tinkersd or SRP[With Sympathy]

Originally Posted by Geezer

Mostly the trouble they got into was from watching an adult do something and then trying to match it with the objects at hand.

I grew up with two fathers at various time periods. One was a carpenter and, as a very young kid, more than once, I took one of his Lufkin 6' folding rulers and broke it trying to open it. The other , my 'real' father was a pipe smoker and I vaguely remember breaking the stem off of one of his pipes. I had seen him remove the stem to clean it and thought I would do him a favor.

zip lock bags....

I can remember something from my childhood, I was 3 and this was 61 years ago. My dad came home from work and I was in the back yard playing and for some reason I decided that I needed to clamber up on the hood of the family car he had just parked in the driveway. I saw dad run out of the house toward me; he then grabbed me off the car and gave me a spanking on the spot and told me in no uncertain language that I was never to climb on his car. Since the spanking was more for getting my attention than to hurt me and I wasn't wailing in pain, I can distinctly remember thinking that had he only told me about this not-to-do before I did it, I would have never climbed on the darned car.

So, if you can only anticipate what mischief your kids can get into and before they succumb to acting out the normal antics of childhood, tell them about the things they shouldn't do. No small job, that.

May be time to star shopping for tiny version of leather apron, kevlar gloves, safety goggles and a respirator. It'll teach her both a valuable lesson on why pouring soda over the blades was bad decision (presumably time with the buffers is less fun than time with the dolls and the little red pony), and she can generate some economic value to offset or may be even make up for the economic loss she caused

You said 4 years old, right? I think it's just about the right time. Though you may want to keep it on the hush side given the overreaching government...