My son was trying to make a telegraph the other day and it wasn’t working out too well. One of the pieces got really hot (not too hot to burn flesh, though. relax.) and he needed my help. Good thing I have a pretend electrical engineering degree because I looked at his set-up and had some words of wisdom:
Mother Crab: Nope, I can’t help you. Wait until Father Crab gets home. He loves stuff like this.
Mother Crab: You’re not going to set fire to the house, are you?
Son: No. Well, at least I don’t think so.
|Hey Ma! Watch what happens when I do this!|