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Don't feel bad when your grandson jams in the car deep inside the IN / OUT tube, cracks the mirror, fills all the compartments with apple juice and pushes it up against the heater to warp and burn.
Many children have a knack for destroying everything nice.
Many children have a knack for destroying everything nice.
And many children don't.
I noticed a correlation here, kids who watch brainrot videos were (((influencers))) destroy nice expensive things for likes, are more likely to be destructive and evil. Meanwhile, kids who don't have a phone or jewbox but instead spend time outside with their frens and is fostered by their parents usually turn out to be good kids who build things.
I used to break my toys because I wanted to see how they work inside, now I'm good at building things.
Reminds me of when I had been given a wooden stool as a child. It later became a time out stool, and because I was a bad kid I got put in timeout a lot. Id thought that breaking it would stop me getting in trouble so I punched it and it split in half. My dad then put it back together with metal pieces and bolts
When I was six years I, I remember getting in trouble a LOT in school and being forced to sit by myself in the far corner.
I loved it!
I'd spend time fantasizing about different ways to torture and murder my teachers, burning down the school and their homes with firebombs made with timer fuses (the hate felt kinda good)... and machines I could build with Lego when I got home.
I'd think about different ways to comprehend the infinite universe and different ways to comprehend God's perspective being all knowing and and omniscient.
That last one fascinated and made me feel powerful because my life choices would perfectly preserved, forever be recorded in God's memory. It made me talk with Jesus more.
I loved it!
I'd spend time fantasizing about different ways to torture and murder my teachers, burning down the school and their homes with firebombs made with timer fuses (the hate felt kinda good)... and machines I could build with Lego when I got home.
I'd think about different ways to comprehend the infinite universe and different ways to comprehend God's perspective being all knowing and and omniscient.
That last one fascinated and made me feel powerful because my life choices would perfectly preserved, forever be recorded in God's memory. It made me talk with Jesus more.
Same. Even in Middle School I'd thought stuff like stuffing the teacher who got me grounded in a giant blender, or creating unhealthy germ liquids to poison them with.
At some point I began to question similar things, Why the world is the way it is, and in WW2 History I'd realized that even the Holocaust happened, America did eventually win the war so there must be a God who let us win.
At some point I began to question similar things, Why the world is the way it is, and in WW2 History I'd realized that even the Holocaust happened, America did eventually win the war so there must be a God who let us win.
Cool. Some guys make tons of money just building and installing shutters full time. There's a class of wealthy people who like real shutters, not the fake ones. And they pay a pretty penny per custom shutter installed with the proper hardware. They even have motorized arms for opening and closing them now that a craftsman can custom install.
What would the kid do with this besides drum on the xylophone?
The original ask was just for some sort of mini door with working door handle because that is my son's obsession, so that. Light switch is very popular. He hasn't worked out the ball in/out tube quite yet. Opening all the doors. Little coloured shapes Velcro into their divets, he can't use the locks yet but they will be fun for him later. Anything that fits in the mail hole goes in the mail hole. He likes to store his yellow car behind the yellow door. The bottom night's bulldog clip was used to hold the card maybe i might put some paper or his fabric "tissues". Also pulling out the xylophone stick and trying to put it back is a game all of its own.
Diy plans?
The post reads like a jewish racemixers wet dream. Why can't you just say family member's.
You got that all backwards mate. Jews love generic, non-binary terms like 'family member' and 'birthing parent' as opposed to specific and gendered terms like 'Son', 'Father-In-Law' and 'Grandson'. It's more specific and gets across the importance of a first Grandson, but even if an Uncle or Brother or Father made this it would be nice know.
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