Having a discussion about plumbers being builders this morning, Fuss found his screwdriver on the kitchen table.
"Dada, let's FIX a screw!"
The handle on the refrigerator door is usually loose, so we got his stool and assessed the scene. It was obligingly loose, and Fuss quickly put it right.
As we were sitting at the table eating oatmeal he said
"Uh, dada? Let's fix that screw again."
"But we already fixed it, Fuss."
"Dada....I think the spirits messed it up again, so we still need to fix it."
No arguing with that logic.