

The "valuable" Walmart toy bench finally bit the dust yesterday. Since there were a couple of good pieces of wood salvagable, I began to take it apart. Jacob was sure I needed his help. I tried to coax him into using his plastic toy screw driver, but he looked at me like I was nuts. When he lost interest in the bench, he wandered off to see what else in the house needed his expertise. I called to him and said, "Jacob, bring me my screwdriver." He walked back in the living room, retrieved the plastic tool, and proudly offered it to me.
