Kieran: Mom, I want to make an invention!
Me: Oh yeah, what sort of invention?
Kieran: I want to make a stick that you use to pick apples [at this point Kieran begins to walk around with his arms up in the air and a far away look in his dreaming eyes]. Like a hockey stick, with a handle, and a bucket for the apples to fall in. An apple picker!
Me: An apple picker?!
Kieran: Ya! I can use my broom 'cause it's long. But we need a bucket. Mom! We need a bucket for our apple picker! Every apple picker has a bucket.
Me: Honey, why do we need an apple picker? We don't have an apple tree.
Kieran: But we will use it to get the pine cones!
Me: Oh, well, that actually makes sense.
Kieran: OK, I guess I will get the bucket for our apple picker by myself. [picks up the apple slicer tool off the counter where it has been drying] This is only a slicer but I can use this.
Ahhhhh, the imagination of children!
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